制作
出演艺人
Caleborate
表演者
Steve Cantrell
表演者
作曲和作词
Deante' Hitchcock
作曲
Caleb Parker
作曲
Ian Mckee
作曲
Steve Cantrell
作曲
制作和工程
Ian Mckee
制作人
歌词
When the lights get bright, are you gon' fade or you gon' fall?
How many times before you ball? Back pressed on brick wall
Watch the odds stack up against you, tell me where are you going now?
When these chips fall, I won't be stuck on this block in disarray
Echoes ringing in my brain, same thing, every three a.m.
Cold game, can't sleep, fuck it, let's paint this pain away
Bob Ross, how I turn my L's into some happy trees
Then we celebratin', throw blue faces, hoes rake all my leaves
From probably to prophecy, from pay for shows to gotta see
Hate on me, then you must hate yourself that's truth and honesty
Made it from the sandlot with my ****, told em stand by me
Now it's back and forth overseas, shit feel like we a soccer team
Striking conversations, always ending with a “follow me”
I told Lil, baby, dating me is a situation, I exist in difference spaces
And I go through 'em standing tall like Phillip Banks, this more than making songs
I'm talking to my moms like every day, she preaching patience
I even called my pops to heal our situation, he said
"I been young, just right your wrongs and please don't lose your faith"
Ten toes down, arms raised, when you perceived as dangerous
Black on black whip, a couple chains, we came this far from slaving
Copped my nephew a marathon tee, now he says that's his favorite
He thinks I'm so cool, I say "I don't care, just care that you make it"
If it's a game of inches, then just Babe Ruth or Willie Mays it
If it's a game of rules, then bend them bitches and deliver greatness
Yeah, yeah, we been through the struggle yeah, we been through it all
We came up from the gutter now we just wanna ball
We just wanna ball, we just wanna ball
We just wanna ball, yeah
Yeah, we been through the mud and we can't wash it off
We been through so much and we just wanna ball
Just wanna ball, we just wanna ball
We just wanna ball, yeah
Remember sitting in my room bumping, real person
Tryna figure why my shit wasn’t working
Thought I had it, tryna create static and closed circuits
These **** tryna to dim my light
Shine regardless, go and get it if I gotta
From the projects, not a problem
Having dreams of really ballin'
Hall of Fame, not talking novice, yeah
Shocked 'em they surprised, my shit together like apartments
When the friends ain't really callin', Shammgod to get 'em off me, yeah
From catching cases to catching break
From pictures on the wall and the fridge to taking pictures with greats
I make mistakes, I hit my knees and I pray
Amazing grace
Homie hitting licks to mask and a car
To save face
I wasn't with it, just hitting, winning, with bad intentions
See me carry weight on my wings, feel like Mark Henry
Legendary, they try to treat me like I'm ordinary
Story never changed, and I'm still great
Tyler Perry, from the bottom, came up out it from the mud
Funny how we remained silent, leaving college, broken pockets
Do it big, not Milonakis, feel the pressure, **** tell me
Did I leave 'em? Never switch but know that I can't wait forever
Rapping in the pasture, even pastors say that I'm they favorite
Granny on my bumper 'bout the bible say she love me daily
In this game of inches, I go prime time or Terrell Davis
All my **** get it out the turf, how do we deliver greatness?
Yeah, we been through the struggle, yeah we been through it all
We made it from the gutter now we just wanna ball
We just wanna ball, we just wanna ball
We just wanna ball, yeah
Yeah, we been through the mud and we can’t wash it off
We been through so much and we just wanna ball
Just wanna ball, we just wanna ball
We just wanna ball, yeah
Hey, knowing that this life I’m living may end tonight
Sliced short by the knife of God, cut down before blinking twice
I aim to make amends for my sins with this pen I write
Defend this light in my soul before the darkness take hold of me
The hero and the coward feel the same
Fire burns within but only one will taste the flames, strange
Don’t let the body hold you back, it’s only real purpose is to carry the brain
Maintain, maintain
Written by: Caleb Parker, Deante' Hitchcock, Ian Mckee, Steve Cantrell