Stick Ball

The label say that they want me Tell me that they can sell me I ain't a product I produce honest shit Using wise guy talk and ebonics Using some chronic To get me to the level where i only settle for the rawest The flaws what makes it flawless What I see what's recorded The Gods show up in bombers Whether brawling or warring I'm just a bard with bars not the type that you swallow The type I spit till I'm hollow Ohh I'm hollow I'm a long goner Death seems farther Put it in perspective bruh it's right upon us That's how I always saw it So even if it's just a couple bucks coming out my wallet Boy we balling From the day we started To the day we call it Call it what you call it But nah I'm not an artist But I do broad strokes on broads that's gorgeous If you fuck with it bump with it till it's boring We'll be touring coming back for more and more and Coming back for more I've seen the seas The snow The heat, the cold Dreams untold Sometimes swear man I seen it all The schemes unfold with these kids Reminisce playing ball with a stick We the ones it ain't honorable mention, It's done Ain't not calling to question none We pretty young to be balling and spending Every dollar that enters my pocket gets swallowed and spent And the rest gets balled up and sent To the tall grass Why can't i make my own bread it ain't called cash Appalled at fuckers in awe like I'm off crack Off bat you off track Bark at you if you cough at Me in some funny ass way like I ain't saw that Pardon? Nah pa been all in Y'all slim with your offerings Your offspring are things My offspring gods kings contenders All things considered All same type bullshit in this ball game Prefer stickball, hand ball hear the wall rang Y'all lames Im partial to draw string bags with a spalding Why you mad at my calling Y'all think what y'all think We gonna rap raw My dog just dapped paws with a rat claw Cat call Shorty mad saw that it's pat nah That's all focus on basketball Get to the league See me I just get me some tree Sit back get me to read books see crooks Make raps that need hooks A&R's re look Fuck all that I casually cook kicks Walked from the Bronx to the Battery took trips Ain't no fucking salary need to get booked quick Y'all mad at me caput quick Then you smile at me like look Wik You still a child b You can't be proud of me You gotta be foul b Yeah i see your style I've seen the seas The snow The heat, the cold Dreams untold Sometimes swear man I seen it all The schemes unfold with these kids Reminisce playing ball with a stick