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Forever Ballin
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DaBoii
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Ayy X this motherf*cka slap Westside b*tch still ballin' bip Tu, rip Pac A n*gga take my b*tch then I gotta give props Whole gang full of maids how we carry big mops Keep that stock 17 for lil’ bro Rick Fox And you be selling b*tches dreams just to take off the drawls She let me f*ck without those dreams though she hate her a dog No time to kick it with you bums rather hang with a boss Glock got a stick? Mine's too n*gga play me in golf And I'll slide down your block with not a worry n*gga You unworthy n*ggas, chop with me, get to purging n*ggas He ain’t got no rhythm, up that hammer he gon' j*rk with n*ggas Deep end, have you sleepin' with them sturgeon n*gga And f*ck a diss song what's really the real? What I tote up in this Glock you really could feel Between the opps and the Feds, it's hard to figure out I ain't responding to no bust my shooters giving clout And thank God for your b*tch the way she's giving mouth Soon as I bust she grab her purse, ain't gotta kick her out I don’t follow footsteps I took a different route And even though I’m in my bag, I'm in your b*tch account Opps want me in prison boy that gotta be tempting My life don’t want me to live it I ask the Lord for forgiveness Pushing me to the limit, by time they give me a sentence I told the judge, "Is you kidding"? Heaven hope I attend it And Lord you can take me out before they give me life A young black man out that womb I had no civil rights Your jeans ain't falling while you toting then that pistol light And I went from school, to skipping class but now I'm skipping flights Porch wars, make n*ggas give it up if we get hit on dice Tryna change my sound but when I do they taking bigger bites Act like a n*gga, get treated like one, we trip on dice When you see me in that building then your b*tch hold tight I be cutting n*ggas off like I'm Kimbo Slice I be gigging like I’m 50 on a disco heist Bling, bling, that's the chain yeah disco lights Handout for what? "Lol" you can't no five Or have five, you a b*tch, here's a tampon Say he looking for me? Yeah right 'til that K slide Want the address? I'm in the clouds yeah I'm that high You ready or not? Get in this whip, yeah don't ask why Monkey laugh off that Heen thing, hee, whoo, ha Taking pics in the hood when you just roll by Why I'm walking with this limp? That's a big ol' knot And you gon' wish you put in work when we get your spot We taking over everything and that's on gang Who slid on who? I don't know n*gga, no names Ho games, what these n*ggas play swerving both lanes Young wild n*ggas, can't tame and you won't tame, b*tch My brother died, my uncle died, I cried and I cried If I said I left the streets, I lied and I lied b*tch I'm thuggin' 'til I die, ready to die 'Cause I'd rather be in heaven then hell and alive Got her steady on this b*tch, want smoke? Come and try me All you n*ggas smoke is Reggie, Whitney and Bobby All my n*ggas got bodies, murders and homi's n*gga you a dead man walking, you walking with zombies No I'm finna kill that n*gga still don't carry the mask 'Cause if the police pull behind me I'm hitting the dash n*ggas thinking I'ma fail I sit back and laugh I'll hop out this b*tch rolling 'fore I sit and crash Remember going too ways on a 32 n*ggas saying who they seen but don't never shoot Either you sliding or you dying so pack you a tool If you ain't ready for that field then pack up and move A lot of pain up in my body, I'm playing it cool Last night I spazzed out start acting a fool When that Henny in my system got nothing to lose Catch a n*gga in them jets he making the news Still married to the streets, pending divorce Too many skits up in that Hemi I'm coppin' a Porsche Put this Glock up in your hand don't shoot, you a dork Catch a body for the gang we pay for the court n*ggas knowing you a b*tch if you don't slide back Lot of cameras and police where they be hiding at All that typing you be doing stand behind that Same place you sent it at is where you dying at n*gga steady off them drugs lacking in the field You know them n*ggas want you dead you still don't care to kill Either you thuggin' in that field or you living in fear All that want Vallejo sh*t ain't one to appear 'Cause if a n*gga in his section we leaving 'em there f*ck the cops, f*ck the opps, simple and clear Catch you lackin' with your mans we killing in pairs See the devil in my eyes when I look in the mirror Feeling like I still fail when I try So I'm riding with this .45 right up on my side, on God If it's time n*ggas knowing i'ma slide I'm a victim of the ghetto, I'm a product of design They put stress up in the hood and hope every n*gga die They put drugs in the hood and we still getting high How the pain supposed to heal when my brother got killed? So I'm sliding for a purpose when I'm gliding in the field It's a favor for a favor, eye for an eye It's a Glock with a pole, try me and die You got the books you got the streets, school and slide It's a life for a life, yours or mine And when you dissing on them songs you playing with fire n*ggas talk like they slide and they never gon' slide And when you put that on God you playing with God And we consider every opp better dead than alive
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