Legally Ball

[Hook x2]

In the season of drought

The music, still let us floss

Cause we done cleaned the house

And now we legally ball

[Double D]

Now I'ma make it known, that it's about to be on

This Wreckshop representer, I'm mashing on the mic and I'm gone

I'm isolated for eight weeks, high making beats

Underground and all over town, we heard in the streets

Bleeding the block feeding the flock, the whole nine

I'm weeding glock hit to my side, at all times

Thanking God for mine, that's the way I prevail

And this nigga wanted to shine, so I had to make mail

To get the house and the 600, them hoes funny

Talking down when a nigga done it, that's how I run it

Making moves with D-Reck, so niggaz don't like it

But niggaz gotta respect that, my whole place

Protected wih AK's and rugers, a whole gang of shooters

With high tech computers, so when it's time to do you

My adversaries, getting carried away

That's on the real nigga chill, cause we don't play

[Hook x2]

[D-Reck]

It started off a dream, on a triple beam

Plotting on a scheme, to rock this music scene

Dre dropped the Chronic, and everybody get blunted

Now I'm moving weed with Eaz', everybody was on it

No more crawling to balling, at a rapid pace

No more stalling to falling, I'm stuffing my safe

Relocated pent houses, I reside high rise

Went to the BMW dealership, I made foggy eyes

How lucky could I be, to meet P-A-T

Reunite with Double D, and that nigga Noke D

And that boy E.S.G., and that D-Gotti

We the Wreckshop family, making ghetto history

Now it's on it's on, we the head of the throne

Wreckshop in that ass, like a g-string thong

If you hating on this, you can suck my dick

D-Reck been balling nigga, way before this music shit that's real

[Hook x2]

[D-Gotti]

I still remember on the block watching cops, moving rocks

Chasing dreams but it seems, I was ending up locked

In a cell, fiending for that funny fast mail

I got a story to tell, I've been living in hell

Selling for less, when I always wanted the best

Was it worth the chances I took, and the situations addressed

God bless my soul, I walked a mile on glass

Bare footed filled with pain, but I got down and mashed

Paid bills for my mama, even though I placed drama

So sick with Pops, I could damn near vomit

Standing still like a zombie, but my angels was watching

Now I step in Gucci insides, and I'm microphone rocking

Five thousand lyrical tossing, from the show last night

Eating teriyaki with a oriental, on a private flight

We gon ball despite, or the game with same change

I hear voices in my head, and they constantly saying

[Hook x4]