Ball Forever

Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah I done been a foot soldier, general, and a businessman (hey Kith, fuck this niggas up) Show you how to make a hundred G's bein' a middle man Unicorn, a street nigga who rap 'bout what he really did Niggas talk but never slid, can't catch him we get his friend Niggas wake up smoke and fuck they bitch and play the internet Telling y'all a different story We know what it really is Shame these niggas lame Live wit' they bitch and don't take care they kids Hatin' don't even phase me, I was trappin' getting shipments in (nigga I was trappin') I just got the low from yo' lil' ho, I'm finna send 'em in My lil' niggas Navy SEALs, I ain't need no label deal I ain't make no money off my music, I got paper still Why I can't quit takin' pills? Ease your mind when makin' kills Opp' niggas hear my voice and heard that noise I know it gave 'em chills Just a coach, you play the field, I motivate the streets for real Don't throw it up if you don't bang for it Gang culture started with my bloods And take the blame for it (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Blood diamonds on me, I paid pain for it (I paid pain for it) Cold nights, bowls of ice, don't ask me what I'm payin' for it (payin' for it) Ask bae, see, if I love you, you can know whatever (know whatever) I sold my soul back in September, we gon' ball forever I passed that load out to my niggas, we gon' ball forever I made a promise not to play if we couldn't ball together If I quit rap, I still got a whole house I can serve out I'm the team captain, spinnin' for it, however it turn out Waterboys hit all y'all whores, sweating this perc' out I was really tryna get to know her first, but it ain't work out Riding filthy with a clean blower, send you to the Lord Devil calling, I don't hit ignore I'm like what you doing, tryna score? Just make sure you sure that you wanna do it Only one of us gone make it out alive to tell the story If we let you over here with us then you can never switch sides Fat boy hit a drift slide, out the window lettin' that stick ride I'ma give 'em all blues for you like we got Crip ties He knew he was wrong, when I caught on, he tried to dick ride 40 on the opp', we call him Shawn Kemp, uh Feds pick up my folder, I ain't folding nigga, free Lil' Wem Rappers can't compare theyself to me if they ain't sold a brick I hung out windows comfy with that stick, it got a shoulder grip Don't throw it up if you don't bang for it Gang culture, started with my Bloods and take the blame for it, uh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Blood diamonds on me, I paid pain for it Cold nights, bowls of ice, don't ask me what I'm payin' for it Ain't no question, if I love you, you can know whatever I sold my soul back in September, we gon' ball forever I passed that load out to my niggas, we gon' ball forever I made promise not to play if we couldn't ball together (if we can't ball together)