Lyrics to Ball
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Let's get it

This for my dogs laying down the road
Real teammate don't mind playing down the role
This for my guys that done died for diamonds and gold
Right back popping out outside however it fold
This for them soldiers I'm forever staying on my toes
Think it's crazy I chase opps before I chase my goals
Since I was baby I felt like I knew the life I chose
I went bought a crate of Glocks before I bought my rolls
Put that on my soul

And I got a pure soul
Say your team full of shooters we don't play a zone
And I never needed help sometimes I stay alone
But I'm 'a make it home
Gotta kill to make it home
How the fuck I'm wrong

Glock full plan to break his bones
I told my youngin if he drill about it don't gon' make a song
And I'm hoping he don't take it wrong
'Cause them homicides be taking long
My dog had called me from up top and saying he made it home
And I was telling him that he thinking wrong
'Cause we real niggas hanging on
'Til the end
He said he on his last appeal he gotta win
And I said I got a half a mil I'm locking in
Knowing how he feel I'm treating his case like I was him
No cap

Seen a half a mil before the labels heard my name
Too much on my brain ain't chase no fame I had that flame
All the nights I came out it was dangerous I can't name
I was born to run shit niggas I can't change

Made my first check ain't buy my moms a house ain't buy no chains
I was on some young shit
I was on some dumb shit
Niggas who I fuck with
If I call they come quick
Niggas run up dump shit
Niggas buy my son shit

Early morning in LA see me might be with my son
Pop out solo late at night I got two guns
Bulletproof Lac in the raq who gon' do some
Fuck up 50k in saks and it's just two of us

This for my dog ain't get to ball this old
I think it's crazy I lost my soul before I lost my pole
I had to see if it's real I touched him in the coffin cold
I'm watching his mamma cry he laying there in the coffin froze
This drilling shit like all we know
Niggas ain't even cool with us acting like they cool with us
Shit so deep don't even know who to trust shit it's only a few of us

Picked up heat got ahead first in niggas beef ain't have shit to do with us
Now you hating on me tryna slime me 'cause the lamb got slime seats
Even though I'm rich I'm grimy you know where to find me
All the niggas you think behind you I'll put 'em behind me
Ain't worried 'bout no niggas sliding on me I be like 5 deep
Walk in the strip joint they grabbing me I spend like a dime a week
They just love the rocks and gold
I just love I made it hear I came from locking and loading (You know that)
This for my youngin 18 and he lost his soul
This for my niggas older than me ain't get to ball this old (ain't get to ball this old)
And I put that on my soul

Neck froze heart froze we was walking froze
Kevlar whips for days when we couldn't walk with poles
Some of my niggas who got kilt walking with the hoes
We got ARs sticks talking to the hoes
Everything I got legit
Everywhere I'm riding tint
Anything I speak my mind 'bout I come outside with
Dignity what I was born with that's what I'm dying with

This for my dog ain't get to ball this old
This for my dog ain't get to ball this old
This for my dogs ain't get to ball this old
This for my
This for my
This for my dog ain't get to ball this old