Lyrics:
ball, I wish you had my peace
& Plus I couldn't see you marrying E
Ya gotta carry a piece
In these streets, you know this worlds a beast
To have peace,
a cave
Hunter aiming at yo brain
Brain brain brain liquid
I feel like eddy
Grip machette
I'm addicted
But not by definition
Cause I kicked it
Flvco
on the streets no stick up
Best bow down when he get up
Best bow down we he down (get it)
All these people out here they be thinking they dope
Y'all aint even
the streets as people sleep within their beds so peacefully
Defeat the king, be it right or wrong, I don't think I'm clean
I think I'm addicted to the pussy
little xans. I keep it litty fam, fire in these streets, I'm a lion on these beats, U getting bodied by a beast.
Still climbing to my peak, While u
bombs in the Bay
Nigga, you ain't safe, I (I) run with niggas like O-Dog
All we do is ball (ball), all we do is ball (ball), now I'm passed out
Lean in
In these streets ain't no love
Blood brothers, with my brothers spillin' blood, yeah
Get the p's, put the trees in my lungs, yeah
Fuck 'em all its
it’s another challenge
I keep thinkin, I’m loosin balance
Don’t give a fuck
But I know I should
But it’s okay , I was born a thug
Addicted, these streets
to do
These niggas actin up in the hood, send mo' troops
Oh you'se a ball in the White House, I hope you comfortable
Cause yo I spend my nights out,
cabinet
I thank the Lord for everything He did, I'm like, "Inshallah"
He might die trying to get rich, go by the name of the Q-Ball
Stacked everything
want me in my feelings, only got me feelin' a way
I ain't sayin' I'm addicted, Adderall prescripted, fuck it 'cause I don't feel the pain
Let a nigga
like a fiend
If a nine to five gon pay me I'm addicted to this green
Ain't no pump fakin
These niggas actors Willow Smith
I don't switch up on no genders
It's just me against the world and I won't lose
No I can't lose, I'm a born winner
These streets made a beast out of me
Six rings on my fingers
turn up for a check, Now Watch How I Flex
No Matter The Weather I ball with The Best
Now Ice Out My Wrist
And Freeze Up My Neck
Too Cold For These Lame
Rule Number 1
If you really live this street life then, never roll without a gun
Rule Number 2
Never let these stupid little bitches ever try to run
I'm straight
Make sho my cup feel no react
Make sho my paper come in stacks
[8 Ball]
I come through like a mack, truck rumbling streets
Big Boy
Yea baby, I like what you do
I think I'm addicted
We in the Benz & it's tinted
Taking my time, girl we in it
Bae, you know I don't fuck with these
legend arrived
Made it out of the streets
From them nickels and dimes
Now I’m growing these trees
Couple ps at a time
Don’t need me a bitch
I just need me
grimmy
Ma nigga don't try me
Addicted to money
These niggas act funny
I'm stunning
She coming
Like plumbing
Nobody realer
Priddy still killer
With me
When you see me on the street, nigga don't say shit
Blowin' big on the sweep, nigga don't say shit
Everybody want the ice and everybody want to ball
But
the hood, send mo' troops
Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggaz actin' up in the hood, send mo' troops
Oh youse a ball in the White House, I
Buy all these school shoes buy all these school clothes
For some strange reason my son addicted to polos
Love me some spinach dip I'm addicted
ball on my own lil baby (Own)
Gotta do me by my lonely baby (Lonely baby)
I can't treat you like a token baby (Token baby)
This shit don't phase
married I'm dropping a single
These niggas be fans like bleachers
Don't gotta pretend just be you
Limo the tint can't see thru
Your intentions is clear I
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