Wanna Ball

Me and my dog represent like what (rep rep)

Represent like what (like what, like what)

Me and my bitch get it in like what

We get it in like what, uh.

Me and my dog represent like what (rep rep)

Represent like what (like what, like what)

Me and my bitch get it in like what

We get it in like what, uh.

And if you never had a penny, don't you wanna ball?

Used to fall asleep with the stomach empty, now don't you wanna ball?

Tattoos like machiavelli, the shit that make you wanna ball.

And I'm a die when I'm ready, but I'm living so I want it all.

Me and my dogs getting throwed, biotch

My little brother just got out on parole, biotch

My daughter just turned five years old, biotch

And we ain't mopping no more floors, biotch

None of my brothers work nine five

Never scared, living life, we got nine lives

Keep it hood with the hen, no mai tai

Smoking on lala, bumping big papa

I mean look at all the shit we've been through

Seven people in a four door rental

I mean look at what we did with a pencil

Beat the statistic of becoming another stencil

I mean an outline, on that sidewalk

Man I was supposed to be dead and that's real talk

Feel this

And if you never had a penny, don't you wanna ball?

Used to fall asleep with the stomach empty, now don't you wanna ball?

Tattoos like machiavelli, the shit that make you wanna ball.

And I'm a die when I'm ready

I wonder what you got for a little mother fucker

A real mother fucker, chill mother fucker

I guess it's God's will

Yet and still I'm in the field with dollar bills

Attract sharks with no gills ready to kill mother fuckers

And I don't want no part of that

The first time I heard "gat gat gat", I almost had a fucking heart attack

Stuttering like "that that that shit was crazy!

Maybe it's time I use the talents that God gave me."

But I was just local

Didn't have a rap name, I was just hopeful

Paid for my first studio session with quarters

We ain't even have enough money to cut vocals, damn

Traded pop cans for dimes

Some wanna be doctors, I wanted to rhyme

And if following your dream's a crime than I'm a crook

Guess I'll be in the book when they get me in due time

Free all my real mother fuckers

We living bitch

Fuck the police

And if you never had a penny, don't you wanna ball?

Used to fall asleep with the stomach empty, now don't you wanna ball?

Tattoos like machiavelli, the shit that make you wanna ball.

And I'm a die when I'm ready, but I'm living so I want it all.

Yeah

Can you believe?

Them boys living the mother fucking dream while they still sleep

High sons of bitches

Alarm clock ain't going off until the work day's halfway over

Fuck it, light five more

And I heard homeboy done fucked every bitch on the block

That mother fucker crazy

Cleveland