Ball Till We Fall
What made you try, those childish games
What made you want to use me
Turns out today we're not the same
(Shit crazy)
Yeah, I'm tryna ball till I fall
Yeah, I gotta get this shit off
Uh, I cannot fake it
I get that shot Ima take it
Yeah, I gotta make it
I'm tryna ball, I'm tryna ball
I'm tryna ball, I'm tryna, I'm tryna
I'm tryna ball, I gotta shake this shit off
Brodie been moving that soft
He just tryna feed his dogs
Damn, don't know why they hating
I keep a gun for my safety
Why the fuck you mad, say cheese
I see the future it's HD
I'm outside, I don't care if it's raining
I was down now I'm money raking
Just got a text, haven't seen you lately
I see what the fame do
Words from a wise man
Go make your money, but don't let it make you
This shit gettin' out of hand
How my fam beefin' with my fam
How you my brother, you switched in the end
How you my color, don't treat me like Kin
Damn, don't know why they hatin
I keep a gun for my safety
Why tf you mad, nigga, say cheese
Damn, I can see the future and its HD
Yeah, whole lotta bells in the safe
Whole lotta dracs if you play
I'm ridin' with the fed case
Duckin' and the dodging and the Jakes
One in the head, so there's 23 snug on my waist
Can't let my talent go to waste
I can't even catch a break
I make it look easy, cause I do this shit everyday
Might just catch me on the lake
Might book a flight to L.A
Know I'ma come out on top at the end of the day
I took a couple of losses
I guess that comes with the game
I know I changed
You don't know me, better stay in your lane
I'm not from Miami, but I keep that flame
I'm not from Chirac, run up, I'ma bang bang
I ball for my niggas in chains
They tryna treat us like a slave
I don't see the world the same
I guess that come with old age
Lost more than I gained
No wonder why I feel ashamed
Yeah, I'm tryna ball till I fall
Yeah, I gotta get this shit off
I cannot fake it
I get that shot, I'ma take it
Yeah, I gotta make it
I'm tryna ball
I'm tryna ball
I'm tryna ball
I'm tryna ball
I'm tryna, I'm tryna, I'm tryna ball
I gotta say this shit off
Brodie been moving that soft
He just tryna feed his dogs
What made you want to use me
Turns out today we're not the same
(Shit crazy)
Yeah, I'm tryna ball till I fall
Yeah, I gotta get this shit off
Uh, I cannot fake it
I get that shot Ima take it
Yeah, I gotta make it
I'm tryna ball, I'm tryna ball
I'm tryna ball, I'm tryna, I'm tryna
I'm tryna ball, I gotta shake this shit off
Brodie been moving that soft
He just tryna feed his dogs
Damn, don't know why they hating
I keep a gun for my safety
Why the fuck you mad, say cheese
I see the future it's HD
I'm outside, I don't care if it's raining
I was down now I'm money raking
Just got a text, haven't seen you lately
I see what the fame do
Words from a wise man
Go make your money, but don't let it make you
This shit gettin' out of hand
How my fam beefin' with my fam
How you my brother, you switched in the end
How you my color, don't treat me like Kin
Damn, don't know why they hatin
I keep a gun for my safety
Why tf you mad, nigga, say cheese
Damn, I can see the future and its HD
Yeah, whole lotta bells in the safe
Whole lotta dracs if you play
I'm ridin' with the fed case
Duckin' and the dodging and the Jakes
One in the head, so there's 23 snug on my waist
Can't let my talent go to waste
I can't even catch a break
I make it look easy, cause I do this shit everyday
Might just catch me on the lake
Might book a flight to L.A
Know I'ma come out on top at the end of the day
I took a couple of losses
I guess that comes with the game
I know I changed
You don't know me, better stay in your lane
I'm not from Miami, but I keep that flame
I'm not from Chirac, run up, I'ma bang bang
I ball for my niggas in chains
They tryna treat us like a slave
I don't see the world the same
I guess that come with old age
Lost more than I gained
No wonder why I feel ashamed
Yeah, I'm tryna ball till I fall
Yeah, I gotta get this shit off
I cannot fake it
I get that shot, I'ma take it
Yeah, I gotta make it
I'm tryna ball
I'm tryna ball
I'm tryna ball
I'm tryna ball
I'm tryna, I'm tryna, I'm tryna ball
I gotta say this shit off
Brodie been moving that soft
He just tryna feed his dogs
Credits
Writer(s): Chris Radford
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