Lyrics:
Got kinda high and, uh, kinda drunk
Beer drinkin' beer beer drinkin' eight ball
Got kinda high and, uh, kinda drunk
Beer drinkin' beer beer
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
throw the lane Kyrie Irving watch a young nigga (ball)
All these haters by the 85 Celtic vs. the Lakers watch a young nigga (ball, ball, ball)
Jumping off
Writing something new
And I hope you like it
Making a new song and it's like a rocket
To the moon and the stars
Got the corner pocket
8 Ball gonna
the processional
By Any Means, track 8
Ok, here we go!
Wait, you didn't get the memo? Didn't hear it?
This whole verse I've been talking to your spirit
A little too
the processional
By Any Means, track 8
Ok, here we go!
Wait, you didn't get the memo? Didn't hear it?
This whole verse I've been talking to your spirit
A little too
stop it
What he planned for me, ain't nobody that can block it
Came from the bottom now I'm drippin' like a faucet
Tell 'em game over, 8 ball, corner
out the kitchen cabinet, yeah
(Q-R-N)
Ayy, ayy
I post on the block with them shooters and movers (ayy)
I ain't gotta do no cap (no cap)
In the no
Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
I like my T's crossed I like my eyes dotted
Yeah we calling the shots eight ball corner pocket
Man when you tryin' to do
a prescription for the toxic
Eating away at our subconscious
Eight-ball in the corner pocket, eight-ball on the corner cop it
How can we stop it when the cops
I'm coming for your ass, nigga, you're outta pocket
Squeeze the trigger, eight ball in the corner pocket
A lotta stories circulating round town
Seems
yawning and I'd made it by 20
I got young boys on that corner, I call what you got for me
He say I done moved the whole thing, couple rocks all I got
kept it a hun-dun
She poked the top, I backed up on her
We fell in love on the corner
You the plug, I'm the outlet socket
Drop top it, 8 ball
Dats why dese bitches choose
Shit we gettin money like we got Something to prove
8balls on every corner but I ain't Talkin pool
Brown paper bags I ain't
taking the fall we all fall with em
That's my dogs I let off catch da charge with em
Eight ball corner pocket get it off with em
Dog food to the hard
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
war I move out like U-hauls
I'm a true boss
I send eight balls to the corner
My strip like a pool hall
And I ball like I been in the sport
My trigger
at all dem bubbles at da bottom
Project Rugrat, I'm where they slung at
Copped the ounce dime bag by my nutsack
8th-grade goonin', 9th-grade foolin'
their pitbulls and feed them niggas rottweilers
My clip full, I quick pull, no more slangin' 8 balls on the corner
And all them niggas I used
a fool (like a fool)
And if he did than that boy was on the news (east side, on the news)
At his corner pocket with that stick like it's pool (like it's
trippin'
Pistol at my desk, I was sittin' up in school with it
Put your bitch hand in my corner pocket, play pool with it
She gon' eat the dick, both
laid down flat I roll with real niggas bodies we will tat we shoot them they will scat our pockets be real fat we signing these contracts how you loving
and steady looking for the time
It's eight in the morning and ain't nobody up yet
I got my long johns, get my coat and throw on my ball cap
I'm headed out
and steady looking for the time
It's eight in the morning and ain't nobody up yet
I got my long johns, get my coat and throw on my ball cap
I'm headed out
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