Ball on 'Em
Jimmy Lewis
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Aye, what's happening bro Oh shit, for real Damn, I'm in the studio bro I'll call you back ASAP, alright Alright, sweet One, two, three, yeah I gotta count my blessings Four, five, six, rest my nigga's up in heaven Yeah, I got hitters you don't really wanna test 'em They'll pull the trigger, they don't even wait a second OG player from the south, I'm a legend If you aren't really living nigga why the f*ck you living I just work hard for this shit, it wasn't given Ever since a younging they just knew I had a vision Now I ball hard on 'em, hard on 'em I don't really waste time on 'em, time 'em Yeah, they see me and my prime coming, prime coming Yeah I hit it, imma' grind on 'em, grind on 'em Cause they don't want the boy up here Yeah, they don't want the boy up here Take off, switch shit, see the rear Yeah, they don't want the boy up here I just lost my pops and I knew I had to do it They gave me the ball, so I knew I had to shoot it Talking from behind, they thinking a nigga clueless They ain't say it to my face, they knowing a nigga ruthless Back when I was young, yeah I used to dream lucid Standing on a stage, I was young and singing music Told 'em I'ma do it, they told me I'm acting stupid Well it's funny how it goes, cause right now they staying muted Walk into the party and you know a nigga suited I just copped a barbie, think her ass got shot by cupid All my diamonds dancing, I ain't fucking with no Cubic We stay puffing on peach, you knowing that shit be Cuban Know I made mistakes but nigga I'm only human I came from the dirt, my flower stay up and blooming All I do is win, ain't going back down to losing I just left 'em in the race, a nigga stay up and moving RIP to T, you keeping me on my hustle Do this for my mum, I keep her away from struggle Bringing in the bag, money come in a duffle But I ain't one to brag, I keep it steady and humble No time left for the fake, I keep it real I just got my niggas, they the one's who know the deal Life going fast since a nigga took the wheel Hitting home runs, we standing up on the field One, two, three, yeah I gotta count my blessings Four, five, six, rest my nigga's up in heaven Yeah, I got hitters you don't really wanna test 'em They'll pull the trigger, they don't even wait a second OG player from the south, I'm a legend If you aren't really living nigga why the f*ck you living I just work hard for this shit, it wasn't given Ever since a younging they just knew I had a vision Now I ball hard on 'em, hard on 'em I don't really waste time on 'em, time 'em Yeah, they see me and my prime coming, prime coming Yeah I hit it, imma' grind on 'em, grind on 'em Cause they don't want the boy up here Yeah, they don't want the boy up here Take off, switch shit, see the rear Yeah, they don't want the boy up here Alright bro Where you at I'm on my way
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