Smoke DZA, Kendrick Lamar - Ball Game lyrics
[Smoke DZA, Kendrick Lamar - Ball Game lyrics]
Right
Child of the ghetto, nobody explained to me
I learned from the streets no
Picture was painted for me
This niggas is frauds not what
They claiming to be
Got my 9 11 niggas with me
They craving for beef
Let the chopper sing to
Them like Frankie Sinatra high-school nigga
Probably got shoved in a locker
This for my niggas up top
Getting ready for lock up
These rap niggas weak, x em out like a pop up
Known for making movies, give them an Oscar
Fucking Lo junkie
Part reason why they stock up
Whole hood through the show
Spending cake to watch us
Come home to you Kush God on the knockers
Ah, you fucking right
Just another day another hard laying night
These fucking weirdos
These niggas ain't bright
Playing around with DZA ball game, riiiiight
I'm on my way, real on cake
Won't stop grinding till my crew all straight
I do my dude don't make me loose my cool
Knock them out the park
What you wanna do niggas, it's ball game
That's a ball game chump, ah
Ball game, nigga, the ball game's done, right
In every inning sure your career's ending
You niggas ain't winning
Really you're short winded
The bases is loaded you ever notice
Your spot in your game was took
As I look at your team choking
Sore losers never can play us, a chin bruiser
Send shooters on your block scurting
Off on a scooter
I'm raising my stock with every hit record
Look at my record
Your status will drop soon as they
Message me in the session
Minor league coaches we feed
Them bitches to vultures
You posing as a poser
We post your death on a poster
Your highlight is getting closer
To stardom we never start em
We starve em and tire mark em
In the dust so you can watch em
In God trust
I'm probably tied up with a cheerleader
Just your luck you fucked around and
Let a queer lead ya
Time's up, you play softer than Damien
We aim it at your cranium and
Leave fragments over the stadium
I'm on my way, real on cake
Won't stop grinding till my crew all straight
I do my dude don't make me loose my cool
Knock them out the park
What you wanna do niggas, it's ball game
That's a ball game chump, ah
Ball game, nigga, the ball game's done, right
Child of the ghetto, nobody explained to me
I learned from the streets no
Picture was painted for me
This niggas is frauds not what
They claiming to be
Got my 9 11 niggas with me
They craving for beef
Let the chopper sing to
Them like Frankie Sinatra high-school nigga
Probably got shoved in a locker
This for my niggas up top
Getting ready for lock up
These rap niggas weak, x em out like a pop up
Known for making movies, give them an Oscar
Fucking Lo junkie
Part reason why they stock up
Whole hood through the show
Spending cake to watch us
Come home to you Kush God on the knockers
Ah, you fucking right
Just another day another hard laying night
These fucking weirdos
These niggas ain't bright
Playing around with DZA ball game, riiiiight
I'm on my way, real on cake
Won't stop grinding till my crew all straight
I do my dude don't make me loose my cool
Knock them out the park
What you wanna do niggas, it's ball game
That's a ball game chump, ah
Ball game, nigga, the ball game's done, right
In every inning sure your career's ending
You niggas ain't winning
Really you're short winded
The bases is loaded you ever notice
Your spot in your game was took
As I look at your team choking
Sore losers never can play us, a chin bruiser
Send shooters on your block scurting
Off on a scooter
I'm raising my stock with every hit record
Look at my record
Your status will drop soon as they
Message me in the session
Minor league coaches we feed
Them bitches to vultures
You posing as a poser
We post your death on a poster
Your highlight is getting closer
To stardom we never start em
We starve em and tire mark em
In the dust so you can watch em
In God trust
I'm probably tied up with a cheerleader
Just your luck you fucked around and
Let a queer lead ya
Time's up, you play softer than Damien
We aim it at your cranium and
Leave fragments over the stadium
I'm on my way, real on cake
Won't stop grinding till my crew all straight
I do my dude don't make me loose my cool
Knock them out the park
What you wanna do niggas, it's ball game
That's a ball game chump, ah
Ball game, nigga, the ball game's done, right
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