The balling session

Oh man
Here we go again
I do my best
Say it with my chest
Light it up stress less
Young kid I'm a mess
Never rest
Wanna make stacks
Hit a 10 out of 10 from the back
If it's not about cash it don't make sense
Rands make her dance
Make her only fan

Dear Mama I'mma be okay
Gave myself a name
First track I was rapping 'bout daily bread
I know that you still pray for the young kid tryna find his way

Balling and balling and balling
I thank the lord that I'm scoring
Tell mama that I'm on it
Balling and balling and balling
I wanna build my own shit
Balling and balling and balling
My ni' I'm balling
Ooh haters should forfeit
Always on the same story
Me my ni' I'm balling
Never missing I'm scoring
I'm chasing me some profit
Every track I own it
Conversations with my homie
Like damn I miss my late homie
Girl your ex is a phoney
He ain't got shit on me
Havok rhythm I'm the Brodie

Havok Rhythm bitch I'm in this bitch and this bitch is into me
You gotta take a few Loses for a win
God bless a kid that has discipline
Doing this for my future kids
And my little niece watching pepper pig
You gon feel like Barbie in a dream crib
Sit back and think
My man I gotta get this cream
My only competition me
The struggle raised me
The grind kinda shapes me
The hate don't faze me
With my meddie my best vriend
She my bestie
Hands on her lyfie
I go crazy encountering her figure
A work of art
A masterpiece like the Mona Lisa

Balling and balling and balling
I thank the lord that I'm scoring
Tell mama that I'm on it
Balling and balling and balling
I wanna build my own shit
Balling and balling and balling
My ni' I'm balling
Ooh haters should forfeit



Credits
Writer(s): Siyabonga Balula
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