Lyrics:
calling
I get it
It was not a calling
Cause they were ballin
While I was falling
After falling
I started rolling
Shit, happens when you bowling
Don't confuse me wit them brothers who lost playin' black DeNiro
The boss of this, gettin' tossed to Crist'
The barber shit, we ballin' flawlessly
niggaz is couraged, I get wild
So don't make me angry, you wouldn't like me when I'm angry
I've got a lot of enemies, and they'd all like to bang me
got my windows tinted
We came a long way from whippin' out the Honda Civic
No I can't get distracted cause I'm on a mission
Yeah I'm really bout that
Chasin' love, all the bittersweet hours lost
Eatin' Asian pussy
All I need was sweet and sour sauce
Tell your boss you need an extra hour off
Get you super
to sun-down - I'm on the grind
In two weeks I was workin' a 16-25
Tryin' to get it - only thing in my vision is ballin'
Jumpin' out a 500-S cla** on brodders
She gon come
T-told her, told her I don't need her for nun.
Yeah, I was ballin by motherfucking, self
She was fuckin on me, oh that bih was sucky,
Overseas and she by listening
All my diamonds glistening
Shoot your shot and you'll be missin'
Beggin' for a kiss
She call I hit dismiss
She get lost in
somethin' like it was the Babadook
Never lost drive, while they steady gotta pop the hood
I just can't stop, I ain't ever played it by the book
I know I'm
Every single day
Baby we keep ballin
Every single day
Every single day
Every single day
You just keep on callin
Every single day
Yeah
Baby we fell apart
'Cause I played my cards (What?)
Played my cards
Nothing's changing me
Ballin' since a youngin', wasn't made to wait
I ain't coming home until I pave
just hopped on a comet
Sell that white girl I'm ballin like Doncic
Pop a perc everyday cause I lost my lil bro and that pain shit be chronic, yeah
I had
drama
lost both of my kids, punished for what dirt that I did
I can't bring em back, so I get high to forget
all the mistakes that I made, that time
can get witness from all God's children
Who's been purchased by the blood of the King who's risen
There's that, and I can't turn back
I got a new
where my hug at get no text back
Knocked out his fro now this nigga got a baldy
Call hit my phone all a nigga heard was ballin'
(BALLIN)
Get on your grind
on my tongue I'm dropping hits and leave it too hot
Living by the code and doin everything you do not
Ballin for so long got haters asking what the score
Yeah
LCE The Wave
Been hoopin yeah ballin like the mavs
Where Im from all we do is take hardly ever ask
Money in the safe bud in the spliff liquor in
a cage and lost the
Key (woah woah woah)
They like how u do the shit u do just watch and see (see)
Melanated bitch right by my side like hennesey (agh)
Sippin the Henny, it’s beige not brown
I copped a pack, smoke loud by the pound
We hit the town, and we get it shut down
Spin the ol’ block while I’m
a couple girls on the list of my close friends
We at the BNB you should bring ya hoe friends
Get a lil shmizzed, lost in the moment
Get lost in the moment
to sun-down - I'm on the grind
In two weeks I was workin' a 16-25
Tryin' to get it - only thing in my vision is ballin'
Jumpin' out a 500-S class on brodders
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
Look, I came from the trenches, swear I could've lost it all
All I ever wanted was baguettes and Audemars
Change, shit
I guess change is good for any of us
Whatever it take for any of y'all niggas to get up out the hood
Shit, I'm witcha, I ain't mad
Change, shit
I guess change is good for any of us
Whatever it take for any of y'all niggas to get up out the hood
Shit, I'm witcha, I ain't mad
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