I'mma keep balling, 'til they envy me 21 guns, for my enemies Niggas got some, ho ass tendencies Cash out, I'm ballin', til they envy me My enemies, motherfuck my enemies Cause I'ma keep ballin', til they envy me My enemies, motherfuck my enemies Cause, I'ma keep ballin', til they envy me
Up in Carol City, me and Lotto in the charger, when we slide to deep (Too deep) Can't fuck with the south with a AK-forty-seven bumping T Double-D (Double D, nigga!) First forty-eight, gotta say it one time, R.I.P. my nigga Bizzle (Bizzle!...,,,bizzle) Kick, drill, ravish of a nigga think he savage, turn him to a popsicle That's "Ice...COLD!", and my last name ain't three-thousand (3000) Bad ass bitch on my t.i.p. (Tip Harris), she wet, like an everlasting fountain Still a Hot Boy, ‘bout whatever like, Turk or Wayne, like a motherfuckin' Carter Niggas water whipping, in the hot damn kitchen, like a nigga Avatar, or Katara Remember that it's still fuck the other side, lurking all black, like that boy Plies Snapping, like a fat ho at the Popeye's when she don't get the thigh, the chicken, or the fries So nigga what it be? I can turn my shirt to a ski,fuck feds, not even ice T Wanna come and ice me, like it's New Jack City,shit looking grim - no Mandy, Billy Cross the chopper line bitch, you better bow down to a nigga greater than yourself...trick Flow is immortal, so therefore I gorde, you do something of it for yourself...trick From the 'Tre deuce, got to keep a deuce deuce, like a nigga lurking in South Cen-TRU (South Central) Bruh, if you bout that pressure cross that line, fuck nigga state your issue... My nigga
I'mma keep balling, 'til they envy me 21 guns, for my enemies Niggas got some, ho ass tendencies Cash out, I'm ballin', til they envy me My enemies, motherfuck my enemies Cause I'ma keep ballin', til they envy me My enemies, motherfuck my enemies Cause, I'ma keep ballin', til they envy me
Behold these verses, the stars to the churches will all metamorph into seven I'm rocking about four types of polo, you peep that my style it must be Armageddon Apocalypse stop, pop the clip, better bow down now it's all about power Fantasy darker than Swishers, the wicked demented, get hit with the mystical shower Now that's dan-ger grab, on the ban-ger, take down the empire bruh In the hood just robbin', like Williams,let's hope that they'll never doubt fire Niggas be knocking no cabbage, no UPS person, so tell me what's up with the S? Slithery snakes, with they slithery tongues, salivating salvations with shit on your head Yes, Curry gone mash on these cowards[?] Put shells to they back like they bowser, spit fire - no flower Get smoke, like the OG and sour then head up to Broward You know when the bass turn up louder, 'bout loud as the dro, get to the door I'm shroomed out my mental, like Mario Bros I'm seeing the walls start to kaleidoscope, so I'm guessing that already means that I'm gone It's quiet striking that, haters won't tell the truth in front of your face Not the same time, not the same place, so they hate from a greater distance far away You see them in person look 'em in the eye, and they say that wasn't the case Y'all can suck a dick in advance, like Rich Homie Quan, get the fuck out my face...bitch
I'mma keep balling, 'til they envy me 21 guns, for my enemies Niggas got some, ho ass tendencies Cash out, I'm ballin', til they envy me My enemies, motherfuck my enemies Cause I'ma keep ballin', til they envy me My enemies, motherfuck my enemies Cause, I'ma keep ballin', til they envy me
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