Balloons

I should have never applied I don't belong in enterprise I thought the limit was a sky Not selling other people rides Now I'm tryna sell a lie That I'm here for the long ride As soon as I blow up it's bye As soon as I blow up it's Straight to the runway Got some people who gon' say That I'm going the wrong way 'Cause they didn't go they own way You must think that I'm, you Tryna take all my fun away I just give 'em a pump fake I know some people gon' hate But I can't let them dictate How I play my game, how I shoot Let me see your hands, raise the roof Can I get a hand, no masseuse Never sell my soul just to get some fans Gotta a ceiling fan in my room Uh, I feel like Boosie when I zoom I do all my problems like balloons Let 'em go and send them to the moon Then I watch 'em go up like Elijah Then I start to pray like "Our Father" I got something real strong in my bottle Like you not strong enough for my problems And my favorite excuse is I got it When I don't wanna talk I switch the topic Not afraid to die they know I'm 'bout it 'Cause you can't get to heaven on a rocket I need to stop and focus on surviving Focus on what I think in my noggin What goes on in my head like toboggan I know God gave His only begotten But sometimes why I feel so forgotten? I can hold a basketball with one hand But I suck at holding conversations Watch how these kings are ruling they nations After the rain comes evaporation I stay calm, I stay cool, I stay patient I been down for a while I been waitin' Back when Chris Paul was playin' with Peja I got God on my side like a Pager That's how Aha not signed but he major Yeah you rich but you don't got no favor If you not on my side you a taper Life is more than just a piece of I should have never applied I don't belong in enterprise I thought the limit was a sky Not selling other people rides Now I'm tryna sell a lie That I'm here for the long ride As soon as I blow up it's bye As soon as I blow up it's Straight to the runway Got some people who gon' say That I'm going the wrong way 'Cause they didn't go they own way You must think that I'm, you Tryna take all my fun away I just give 'em a pump fake I know some people gon' hate But I can't let them dictate How I play my game, how I shoot Let me see your hands, raise the roof Can I get a hand, no masseuse Never sell my soul just to get some fans Gotta a ceiling fan in my room Uh, I feel like Boosie when I zoom I do all my problems like balloons Let 'em go and send them to the moon Then I watch 'em go up like Elijah Then I start to pray like "Our Father" I got something real strong in my bottle Like you not strong enough for my problems And my favorite excuse is I got it When I don't wanna talk I switch the topic Not afraid to die they know I'm 'bout it 'Cause you can't get to heaven on a rocket I need to stop it, ayy