BALL FOR REAL

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I was in the back
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Hey
Aye, Yeah, Aye
I was in the back of the back
I was down bad
I was kicking doors
I was tryna get me a pack
I was in the trenches posted with some killers
Glock on my waist all black yeah
Glock on my waist all black huh
Niggas ain't real they cap, and
That's my gang
My dawg for real
I was on the block with them dogs for real
I grind I shine
I Ball for real
I was on the block with my dawg for real
Grind, I Shine
I ball for real (yeah, yeah)
Aye
Grind, I Shine
I ball for real (Yeah, yeah)
For real, aye
Yeah, For real
You play around with my dawg
You end up missing (Yeah, yeah)
We young niggas
We just came up from the trenches
I know you did me wrong, and I ain't never gone forget it
I swear when I catch up on my soul
I'm gon' kill em
And ion give a f*ck about a bitch up in they feelings (Ion give a f*ck about a bitch)
I done came up from the mud Nigga
Now I'm tryna get it
It was .45 glocks up inside them buildings
But we ain't give a f*ck that's how bad we gone get em
Yeah
Cause we bout it
Niggas they doubted
Lived and I struggled
And they mad I'm still smiling
Momma I'm sorry
Be glad, be proud of me
They took that Nigga life
Cause he was tryna tell a story
Yeah, yeah
And ion give a f*ck about no other Nigga
He was sneak dissin' to a bitch
He some other Nigga
Know that feeling you alone and ain't nobody with you
Shit was just gang gang
Now they all forget you
Now they ain't official
On my son, I go get it
Free my dog out the prison
They gave him sixteen cause his co-defendant was snitching (F*ck - - - - )
I don't f*ck with these niggas
Don't put my trust in these bitches
Grinding hard on my mama
Imma starve till I finish
Yeah
These niggas broke so I don't pay em attention
Yeah
I'm in my feelings and just start reminiscing
Yeah [haha] (Yeah, yeah)
And I start reminiscing
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I was in the back of the back
I was down bad
I was kicking doors
I was tryna get me a pack
I was in the trenches posted with some crack
Glock on my waist all black
Glock on my waist all black
Niggas ain't real they cap
That's my gang
My dawg for real
I was on the block with them dogs for real
I grind, I shine
I Ball for real
I was on the block with my dawg for real
I Grind, I Shine
I ball for real (Yeah, yeah)
Aye
I Grind, I Shine
I ball for real (Yeah, yeah)
Ball for real
Huh, Yeah I ball for real
Nigga shoot, You get killed
I be geeking off the pill
I got your bitch, she on my dick and all she wanna do is dance
And she nunn' decent, these niggas ain't making cents
And I gotta pay my rent, my momma died and they ain't care
And this shit got me upset, and I'm balling with my tech
And I be thumbing through a check
And man I flex and I finesse, damn
Uh, and I be wilin' for the set
I be doing this shit for real
Niggas talking, they upset
Yeah, yeah
Why you mad Nigga, I been in my bag
I was thinking about my wrongs, man that shit done got me mad
Imma punch a Nigga in his face, and put him on his ass
Ion give a f*ck that .45 on me, Imma blast
Gang

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