Tip OFF
I'm just tryna ball like I hoop
Remember I was starving on the stoop
I'm not talking hungry I'm talking no money
You took me as a joke oh that shyt was so funny
We gone run it up get a bag like we bag like bad bunnie
I just wanna lil bit of dat cash money
Like I'm young money
Keep on going till a nigga tired wit a damn full belly
Please don't cross me man I'll hate to be melly
You don't gotta dig me but I know you gone smell me
You don't see the vision but I know you gone feel me
Murda any beat ima make us a killing
We gone make change I ain't talkin no schillings
Hopped up in my bag and out of my feelings
Right on yeah
Bring my A game ball hard like the playoffs
Different pedigree I'm triple h
You Eric Bischoff
Try to take what's mines fuck around cut ya wrist off
Please don't get me pissed off
I'm ready for the tip off
Time to ball
Balla baby here for the Lift off
Confidence is fueling me
No distractions or the foolery
They won't make a Mule of me
Don't act like you too cool for me
I'm sharper then the cutlery
They won't take me to Calvary
Bring my A game ball hard like the playoffs
Different pedigree I'm triple h
You Eric Bischoff
Try to take what's mines fuck around cut ya wrist off
Please don't get me pissed off
I'm ready for the tip off
Time to ball
Balla baby here for the Lift off
Confidence is fueling me
No distractions or the foolery
They won't make a Mule of me
Don't act like you too cool for me
I'm sharper then the cutlery
They won't take me to Calvary
Won't let em drag me to my death
I'm hotter then dragon breath
Me quitting is like me on meth
It's unlikely
I just do my spike lee
Don't care if they despise me
They tried to deprive me
I'm striving still struggling
Standin on my own two surviving I'm hustling
Keep it real you steady fighting it tussling
Tryna pull my card call a spade keep on shuffling
Tryna run it up fill it up bring the duffle in
They hate to see me workin they love to see me layed off
I'm just tryna ball and bring it home just like the playoffs
Bringing home a chip it's on my shoulder
Won't get knocked off two sturdy
I know these niggas heard me
It get scary when I'm on the mic I got em petrified
I put my heart inside the safe my feelings fortified
I know what the haters wanna do me need a Mordecai
Issa wrap for a haters leave em mummified
I know things change
But I ain't switching up
I stayed down too long
I ain't giving up
Prepared for lift off
They can't gas me up
On to the next round
Yeah we going up
Bring my A game ball hard like the playoffs
Different pedigree I'm triple h
You Eric Bischoff
Try to take what's mines fuck around cut ya wrist off
Please don't get me pissed off
I'm ready for the tip off
Time to ball
Balla baby here for the Lift off
Confidence is fueling me
No distractions or the foolery
They won't make a Mule of me
Don't act like you too cool for me
I'm sharper then the cutlery
They won't take me to Calvary
Bring my A game ball hard like the playoffs
Different pedigree I'm triple h
You Eric Bischoff
Try to take what's mines fuck around cut ya wrist off
Please don't get me pissed off
I'm ready for the tip off
Time to ball
Balla baby here for the Lift off
Confidence is fueling me
No distractions or the foolery
They won't make a Mule of me
Don't act like you too cool for me
I'm sharper then the cutlery
They won't take me to Calvary
Remember I was starving on the stoop
I'm not talking hungry I'm talking no money
You took me as a joke oh that shyt was so funny
We gone run it up get a bag like we bag like bad bunnie
I just wanna lil bit of dat cash money
Like I'm young money
Keep on going till a nigga tired wit a damn full belly
Please don't cross me man I'll hate to be melly
You don't gotta dig me but I know you gone smell me
You don't see the vision but I know you gone feel me
Murda any beat ima make us a killing
We gone make change I ain't talkin no schillings
Hopped up in my bag and out of my feelings
Right on yeah
Bring my A game ball hard like the playoffs
Different pedigree I'm triple h
You Eric Bischoff
Try to take what's mines fuck around cut ya wrist off
Please don't get me pissed off
I'm ready for the tip off
Time to ball
Balla baby here for the Lift off
Confidence is fueling me
No distractions or the foolery
They won't make a Mule of me
Don't act like you too cool for me
I'm sharper then the cutlery
They won't take me to Calvary
Bring my A game ball hard like the playoffs
Different pedigree I'm triple h
You Eric Bischoff
Try to take what's mines fuck around cut ya wrist off
Please don't get me pissed off
I'm ready for the tip off
Time to ball
Balla baby here for the Lift off
Confidence is fueling me
No distractions or the foolery
They won't make a Mule of me
Don't act like you too cool for me
I'm sharper then the cutlery
They won't take me to Calvary
Won't let em drag me to my death
I'm hotter then dragon breath
Me quitting is like me on meth
It's unlikely
I just do my spike lee
Don't care if they despise me
They tried to deprive me
I'm striving still struggling
Standin on my own two surviving I'm hustling
Keep it real you steady fighting it tussling
Tryna pull my card call a spade keep on shuffling
Tryna run it up fill it up bring the duffle in
They hate to see me workin they love to see me layed off
I'm just tryna ball and bring it home just like the playoffs
Bringing home a chip it's on my shoulder
Won't get knocked off two sturdy
I know these niggas heard me
It get scary when I'm on the mic I got em petrified
I put my heart inside the safe my feelings fortified
I know what the haters wanna do me need a Mordecai
Issa wrap for a haters leave em mummified
I know things change
But I ain't switching up
I stayed down too long
I ain't giving up
Prepared for lift off
They can't gas me up
On to the next round
Yeah we going up
Bring my A game ball hard like the playoffs
Different pedigree I'm triple h
You Eric Bischoff
Try to take what's mines fuck around cut ya wrist off
Please don't get me pissed off
I'm ready for the tip off
Time to ball
Balla baby here for the Lift off
Confidence is fueling me
No distractions or the foolery
They won't make a Mule of me
Don't act like you too cool for me
I'm sharper then the cutlery
They won't take me to Calvary
Bring my A game ball hard like the playoffs
Different pedigree I'm triple h
You Eric Bischoff
Try to take what's mines fuck around cut ya wrist off
Please don't get me pissed off
I'm ready for the tip off
Time to ball
Balla baby here for the Lift off
Confidence is fueling me
No distractions or the foolery
They won't make a Mule of me
Don't act like you too cool for me
I'm sharper then the cutlery
They won't take me to Calvary
Credits
Writer(s): Monte Reed
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