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Forever Ballin
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Yhung T.O.
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Ayy, X, this motherf**ker slap (Westside) Big still ballin', bip Tu, rip Pac A n***a take my b*t*h, then I gotta give props Whole gang full of maids how we carry big mops Keep that stick, seventeen for lil’ bro, Rick Fox And you be selling b*t*hes dreams just to take off the draws She let me f**k 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***a, play me in golf And I'll slide down your block with not a worry n***a You unworthy n***as, chop with me, get to purging n***as He ain’t got no rhythm, up that hammer, he gon' j*rk with n***as Deep end, have you sleepin' with them sturgeon, n***a? And f**k a diss song, what's really the deal? 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*t*h, the way she 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*t*h 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***as 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***a, get treated like one, we trip on dykes When you see me in that building then your b*t*h hold tight I be cutting n***as off like I'm Kimbo Slice I be gigging like I'm 50 on that disco hype Bling, bling, that’s the chain yeah disco lights Handout for what? L-O-L, you can't no five Or have five, you a b*t*h, 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, he-hoo-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***a, no names Ho games, what these n***as play swerving both lanes Young wild n***as, can't tame and you won't tame, b*t*h My brother died, my uncle died, I cried and I cried If I said I left the streets, I lied and I lied b*t*h, I'm thuggin' 'til I die, ready to die 'Cause I'd rather be in Heaven then Hell and alive Got a thirty on this b*t*h, want smoke? Come and try me All you n***as smoke is Reggie, Whitney and Bobby All my n***as got bodies, murders and homi's n***a, you a dead man walking, you walking with zombies Know I'm finna kill a n***a, still don't carry the mask 'Cause if the police get behind me I'm hitting the dash n***as thinking I'ma fail, I sit back and laugh I'll hop out this b*t*h rolling 'fore I sit and crash Remember going two-ways on a thirty-two n***as 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***a in them 'jects, 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***as knowing you a b*t*h if you don't slide back Lot of cameras and police where they be hiding at All that typing you be doin', stand behind that Same place you sent that at is where you dying at n***a steady off them drugs, lacking in the field You know them n***as want you dead you still don't care to kill Either you thuggin' in that field or you living in fear All that "One Vallejo" sh*t, ain't want it up here 'Cause if a n***a in his section we leaving 'em there f**k the cops, f**k 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 four-five right up on my side On God, if it's time, n***as 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***a die They put drugs in the hood and we still getting high How the pain 'posed 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***as 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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