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Ball Game Lyrics - Rolling Stoned - Smoke Dza

Ah, right, child of the ghetto, nobody explained to me 

I learned from the streets no picture was painted for me 

This niggas is frosty not what they claiming to be 

Got my 9 11 niggas with me, they craving for beef 

Let the chopper sing to them like Frankie Sinatra 

High-school nigga probably got shelved in a locker 

This for my niggas up top getting ready for lock up 

This rap niggas weak, x em out like a pop up 

Known for making movies, give them an Oscar 

Fucking low junkie, part reason why they stock up 

Whole hood through the show, spending cake to watch us 

Come home to you kush God on the knockers 

Ah, you fucking right, just another day another hard laying night 

These fucking weirdoes, these niggas ain't bright 

Playing around with DZA ball game, right 

I'm on my way, real on cake 

Won't stop grinding till my crew all straight 

I do my dude don't make me loose my cool 

Knock them out the park 

What you wanna do niggas, it's ball game 

That's a ball game chump, ah 

Ball game, nigga, the ball game's done, right 

In every inning sure your career's ending 

You niggas ain't winning, really you're short winded 

The bases is loaded you ever notice 

Your spot in your game was took, as I look at your team choking 

Sore losers never can play us, a chin bruiser 

Send shooters on your block scurting off on a scooter 

I'm raising my stock with every hit record 

Look at my record 

, your status will drop soon as they message we in the session 

Minor league coaches we feed them bitches to vultures, you posing as a poser 

We post your death on a poster 

Your highlight is getting closer, to stardom we never start em 

We starve em and tire mark em, in the dust so you can watch em 

In God trust, I'm probably tied up with a cheerleader 

Just your luck you fucked around and let a quire lead ya 

Time's up, you play softer than Damien 

We aim it at your cranium and leave fragments over the stadium 

 

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