you upcoming stars, you know who you are Feel blessed and thank the Lord that you's a baller [Hook x2] [Magic] Where the ballers at huh huh Where the ballers
Tulkojums: Burvju. Jums nav Baller.
s a homo Nigga catch ya slippin' where I'm from Thata??s a no no Next up a homicide Ain't nobody seen shit Wake up to a homicide, Ain't nobody dreams
's up, you just wait Even a garbage can gets a steak You ain't even a garbage can you have faith But when it turns your way before it turns away You've
Trump taking dollars from y'all Baby you're fired, your girlfriend hired But if you don't mind I'ma keep you on call We above the law, we don't give a
wanna do you at yo Mama house, on the couch, Do you in the bathroom of the Airplane. Do you on a balcony, in the Taxi, Cause I can?t get enough of
give more I'ma give you what you want, what you waitin' for? Make the music that the people can't ignore A lotta niggas is bitches, a lotta bitches be trippin' A
cow niggas Like ha, ha, ha, ha Look you fucking with a winner Stripping lobster for dinner Bet you any game You other just beginners In my d-oy stancebout To pop a
You can buy my slang, I'm from the Bay, mayne A rap star piece, I'm a beast on the mic It's ten, I'll creep up in by midnight You can check my rap site
ugly, Amarosa, YM vultures, there ain't a family doper, We done changed the way the game looks, Sammy Sosa, (Ha ha) This is life this ain't a job, Audemare
a Bible and when to use a rifle You rap like you should be on the back of a motorcycle Caught a case of robbery and 'Beat It' like Michael Your career is a
house for the nine-square My man Shaft, you don't know you better ask That bomb Chocolate City coming to you live from the ninety-fo' era Aiyyo you
here e'ryday When you can't stay long You can't play ball In traffic with flying cars I can't give you no warning My car ain't gotta horn I got a need
niggaz don't know how we rock They can't even handle it When you tell the truth, they can't stand a bitch We don't like those lame marks that run the
about you, thousand motto nigga, yeah Can't even tell you what I make a year This shit bumpin' mine ain't it, oh you gotta be riders If you wanna bum
like this an ambulance Put a nigga in a coma with some bomb ass head You mad at me 'cause I get it for free you can't, top dolla 'Cause you wanna get made, you
sweetheart you can keep that kiss You're a freak with no tale You have no ass, class, you can't pass, your simply trash You're a typical nigga, the kind you don't
