Ball Game (Official Audio)
Hunnids addin up man these niggas out here switching sides,
I'ma speak the truth, bitch you really standin' on that lie
At the graveyard, man, I miss my nigga, LongLive Tae
I'm in my own lane, everybody know I'm gettin' paid
I can't hang with everybody, man, I really on a mission
For the racks at the top, we gon' see who tryna get it
When I was down, you couldn't help me, so I did this shit myself
Bitch, I'm pitchin' out a bag, got them pounds, bitch, they here
I aint' lackin slidin' traffic, man, I'm lookin' through the rear
They in competition, I just see myself up on that mountain
I got some love for the niggas from the city, man, it's real
Yo, own hood Ah turn you down, man, I swear they really real
Will Smith, smackin' shit, nigga, betta have my pape
I ain't worried about the material shit, I'll put it in your face
I got niggas locked up, man, they really down the road,
I was in the trenches, we was all niggas, thick as fuck, havin' fun, ayy
Man, shit got different, man, these niggas really weird
I'm just ballin' by myself, I don't need nobody with me
I don't need security, gotta keep that bitch near me
Boxin' niggas like I'm Floyd, man, you niggas ain't no shit
Run them thousands up, take care of my people, diamonds on my wrist
If my brother pockets hurtin', I'ma help him when he down
Switchin' lanes on the interstate, this a V8 engine
Niggas tryna slide on this block, fucked up his transmission
We got switches with extensions, lay that belt, we keep it trippin
All these hoes be goin', I don't trust them, they'll fuck my brother
Gotta watch out for these niggas, they be really undercover
Man, these niggas really tellin', you won't know it, man, they fake
I be feelin' like Rihanna, bitch, I gotta keep that drac
Standin' ten toes in the hood, I'm the youngest one
I ain't rushin' shit, man, I know this shit, just begun (it take time)
Bad bitches on my live, I can pick out anyone
I ain't tellin' stories, man these niggas cap like Peter Griffin
Need a milli' from the label, or I'm stayin' independent
I done seen some niggas lose it, I won't never fuck the ball
LongLive bankroll, that's my brother, got it tatted, stand on business
Man, that's ball game, niggas broke, ain't even got no digits
In the past, I was bad as fuck, in the future, I see the light
You can't see my plans or my vision, I'm the runner-up
Section 8 apartments, it was hard, we ain't have no lights
Lightin' candles up, thinkin' of ways to put food on the table
I'ma speak the truth, bitch you really standin' on that lie
At the graveyard, man, I miss my nigga, LongLive Tae
I'm in my own lane, everybody know I'm gettin' paid
I can't hang with everybody, man, I really on a mission
For the racks at the top, we gon' see who tryna get it
When I was down, you couldn't help me, so I did this shit myself
Bitch, I'm pitchin' out a bag, got them pounds, bitch, they here
I aint' lackin slidin' traffic, man, I'm lookin' through the rear
They in competition, I just see myself up on that mountain
I got some love for the niggas from the city, man, it's real
Yo, own hood Ah turn you down, man, I swear they really real
Will Smith, smackin' shit, nigga, betta have my pape
I ain't worried about the material shit, I'll put it in your face
I got niggas locked up, man, they really down the road,
I was in the trenches, we was all niggas, thick as fuck, havin' fun, ayy
Man, shit got different, man, these niggas really weird
I'm just ballin' by myself, I don't need nobody with me
I don't need security, gotta keep that bitch near me
Boxin' niggas like I'm Floyd, man, you niggas ain't no shit
Run them thousands up, take care of my people, diamonds on my wrist
If my brother pockets hurtin', I'ma help him when he down
Switchin' lanes on the interstate, this a V8 engine
Niggas tryna slide on this block, fucked up his transmission
We got switches with extensions, lay that belt, we keep it trippin
All these hoes be goin', I don't trust them, they'll fuck my brother
Gotta watch out for these niggas, they be really undercover
Man, these niggas really tellin', you won't know it, man, they fake
I be feelin' like Rihanna, bitch, I gotta keep that drac
Standin' ten toes in the hood, I'm the youngest one
I ain't rushin' shit, man, I know this shit, just begun (it take time)
Bad bitches on my live, I can pick out anyone
I ain't tellin' stories, man these niggas cap like Peter Griffin
Need a milli' from the label, or I'm stayin' independent
I done seen some niggas lose it, I won't never fuck the ball
LongLive bankroll, that's my brother, got it tatted, stand on business
Man, that's ball game, niggas broke, ain't even got no digits
In the past, I was bad as fuck, in the future, I see the light
You can't see my plans or my vision, I'm the runner-up
Section 8 apartments, it was hard, we ain't have no lights
Lightin' candles up, thinkin' of ways to put food on the table
Credits
Writer(s): Squeeze 4900
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