Ball (feat. Marlo Lashawn & Dokmuzic)
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah
My niggas stuck off in these streets, niggas play for keeps
I've been grinding for a week and ain't had time to sleep
Lost too many niggas, they casualties
A lot of niggas with outdates and they waiting to leave
Don't pay you shit, so why you hating on me
Throw your middle fingers up to the police
It's a chance that we gone die, go to the clink
So why you in them streets and you free
My niggas ball, ball, my niggas ball, my niggas ball
Better go hard, young niggas ball
Take no days off, better go hard
Why you got the chance to ball, my niggas ball
Fuck the polices who pull us over
Smoke almost home, feel like he did a quarter
Whipped that zip up with 14 grams of soda
Pour out champagne for all my fallen soldiers
Fred in Lebanon yeah this shit almost over
Love you to death
But you know you be blowing niggas phones up
Nigga from the four block used to raising doors up
That nigga told, they wiped him down
So now his life is over
These streets consist of rules, and you can't deny it
Murdered my nigga, 'cause my nigga did not keep it solid
Remember Ellis, back day when he beat that body
Now my nigga doing life, 'cause he ain't beat this body
I wish we wasn't in this life, wish we could get it right
I know too many niggas dead, too many doing life
But while we free and breathing for however long
Take this chance you got a motherfucking ball
My niggas stuck off in these streets, niggas play for keeps
I've been grinding for a week and ain't had time to sleep
Lost too many niggas, they casualties
A lot of niggas with outdates and they waiting to leave
Don't pay you shit, so why you hating on me
Throw your middle fingers up to the police
It's a chance that we gone die, go to the clink
So why you in them streets and you free
My niggas ball, ball, my niggas ball, my niggas ball
Better go hard, young niggas ball
Take no days off, better go hard
Why you got the chance to ball, my niggas ball
Act like the plug, but you really is Malcolm in the middle
Caught with them drugs
So it's gone be the same time that they give you
So is it worth it? I know niggas shooting at your dentals
Can't beef and play incognito, riding fishbowl in that rental
R.I.P. my nigga Hap, R.I.P. to Reno
R.I.P. to Nitty, that's my motherfucking nigga
R.I.P. to Gotti, rest in peace to Tone, plus
R.I.P. to Sheisty, R.I.P. to Do, bruh
My brother Mann
You should be here while we got kids and grown up
I feel like crying like a bitch when Jasmine picked that phone up
That pussy nigga dead, 'cause his bitch ass froze up
Chasing pussy and that head, these hoes gone give that lo up
Nigga ain't like one line of one of my albums
Told me let's link up for drinks and put this shit behind us
I called Black, told him be there in case something ain't right
This nigga whole time he had a fed case that he was trying to fight
Probably tried to case me up just to reduce his time
One month later, tried to arrest him, took them on a flight
Middle of the chase, he put the pistol to his face
Squeezed the trigger, took his life, so he do not fight that case
I wish we wasn't in this life, wish we can get it right
I know too many niggas dead, too many doing life
But while we free and breathing for however long
Take this chance you got and motherfucking ball
Yeah, yeah yeah
My niggas stuck off in these streets, niggas play for keeps
I've been grinding for a week and ain't had time to sleep
Lost too many niggas, they casualties
A lot of niggas with outdates and they waiting to leave
Don't pay you shit, so why you hating on me
Throw your middle fingers up to the police
It's a chance that we gone die, go to the clink
So why you in them streets and you free
My niggas ball, ball, my niggas ball, my niggas ball
Better go hard, young niggas ball
Take no days off, better go hard
Why you got the chance to ball, my niggas ball
Fuck the polices who pull us over
Smoke almost home, feel like he did a quarter
Whipped that zip up with 14 grams of soda
Pour out champagne for all my fallen soldiers
Fred in Lebanon yeah this shit almost over
Love you to death
But you know you be blowing niggas phones up
Nigga from the four block used to raising doors up
That nigga told, they wiped him down
So now his life is over
These streets consist of rules, and you can't deny it
Murdered my nigga, 'cause my nigga did not keep it solid
Remember Ellis, back day when he beat that body
Now my nigga doing life, 'cause he ain't beat this body
I wish we wasn't in this life, wish we could get it right
I know too many niggas dead, too many doing life
But while we free and breathing for however long
Take this chance you got a motherfucking ball
My niggas stuck off in these streets, niggas play for keeps
I've been grinding for a week and ain't had time to sleep
Lost too many niggas, they casualties
A lot of niggas with outdates and they waiting to leave
Don't pay you shit, so why you hating on me
Throw your middle fingers up to the police
It's a chance that we gone die, go to the clink
So why you in them streets and you free
My niggas ball, ball, my niggas ball, my niggas ball
Better go hard, young niggas ball
Take no days off, better go hard
Why you got the chance to ball, my niggas ball
Act like the plug, but you really is Malcolm in the middle
Caught with them drugs
So it's gone be the same time that they give you
So is it worth it? I know niggas shooting at your dentals
Can't beef and play incognito, riding fishbowl in that rental
R.I.P. my nigga Hap, R.I.P. to Reno
R.I.P. to Nitty, that's my motherfucking nigga
R.I.P. to Gotti, rest in peace to Tone, plus
R.I.P. to Sheisty, R.I.P. to Do, bruh
My brother Mann
You should be here while we got kids and grown up
I feel like crying like a bitch when Jasmine picked that phone up
That pussy nigga dead, 'cause his bitch ass froze up
Chasing pussy and that head, these hoes gone give that lo up
Nigga ain't like one line of one of my albums
Told me let's link up for drinks and put this shit behind us
I called Black, told him be there in case something ain't right
This nigga whole time he had a fed case that he was trying to fight
Probably tried to case me up just to reduce his time
One month later, tried to arrest him, took them on a flight
Middle of the chase, he put the pistol to his face
Squeezed the trigger, took his life, so he do not fight that case
I wish we wasn't in this life, wish we can get it right
I know too many niggas dead, too many doing life
But while we free and breathing for however long
Take this chance you got and motherfucking ball
Credits
Writer(s): Derek Brantley
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