Speed Ball (feat. Jacob Santana & It’sz N)

You crossed the line a million times
Still never won a race
Out in Tokyo
Watching his life drift out in space
Smoking Dosido
One of design I designate
I blitzed him
Left without time to delegate shit
I left the scene like clay animation
I split the seams and slid off in a Rari
Before recognition
We over due but forever patient
We making moves
Outta momma's basement
The stakes grew
But slimmed occupation
What other means of getting money
Do we have?
On this island that breathes
To take from me ugh
Some body please say something its
Blood on my trail prevail
Until they hunt me
Never lost a battle
But the wars not over
Tags pilling up
The devil sending more soldiers
Kush not kosher
This books not closed yet
I could die from what I harness
Having exposed it

Have you ever got the chills
From ya own music
Similar to dope use
Hit different
When you go through it
No fusion
In my hood my life
Was known as unusual
Send shots it unruly
Crazy what my life has really
Come to now

A bunch of gun slingers
Woulda thought it's the Wild West
I'm shooting from the hip
It hip toss em
He's outta breath
Hugh I'm Smokey Jensen
Let's take a stroll
On this walk of death
I bet he'd lie on his moms
Tryna keep his respect
Same nigga
Would go against his mans on a bet
Grave diggers
I'm Dennis Anderson in the flesh
I go Hardcore
Could get it done
With my eyes closed
From smoking in Jue Lan
Getting high over convos
Or on the west coast
With extra syrup at Roscoe's
Showed my niggas to fish
We finna Gucci the poncho
Spoke it into existence
Turned the trap to a condo
They'll really a start to wonder
Once they notice there times gone
Lost in a cyclone
It's written in side walks
It's better to talk to god
Cus I'm through with the side talk
Bear Caution
Is you ready to sign off nigga
Come take a trip
In my time zone

Have you ever got the chills
From ya own music
Similar to dope use
Hit different
When you go through it
No fusion
In my hood my life
Was known as unusual
Send shots it unruly
Crazy what my life has really
Come to now
Its way too many bands
For me to run thru now
How many chances I gave you
Who you gone run to now
Time moves slow thru the hour glass
It seems like minutes
Until an hour pass

Playing stupid games
Get a stupid prize
Everybody dies
Even dogs get euthanized
Early as a youth
We was lost thinking suicide
Tryna find the truth
In the facts looking thru the lies
How do you survive
With no grind that you utilize
Never disrespect
That vibe get you brutalized
None of this is new to me
Move in my jewelry
Ever try to take this from me
You gone get a eulogy
I ain't no foolio
But I'm with the foolery
Tools in my back pack
The old thugs tutored me
Nighas talking reckless
You don't see the shooter speak
When you see that Mac book
It ain't for computer beef
No need to google me
I can make your noodle leak
Last of the top rhyming
Word to my Buddha piece
Thelonious monk playing
This a true story
Get a dose of this dope shit
Its euphoric
Classics



Credits
Writer(s): Douglas Jones
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