I would share the definition of ballin' with you folks But no
I'm up the sunrise, first to hit the block Little bad with a pocket full of rocks And I'm totin' thangs, get my skinny little ass kicked And laugh, til' tha first mothafucka got blasted I put the in his casket Now they the bastard in plastic I smoke blunts on a regular buck when it I'm tryin' to make a million outta quarter ounce And gettin' lost on the five-o, fuck hos Got a 45 about survival Hey nigga can I lay low, cook yay-yo Hollar "one-time" I say so want to go to the pen, I'm hittin' fences Narcs on a nigga's back, missin' me by And say how do you survive weighin' 165 In a city where the niggas die? Mama don't cry Even when kill me They can take the game from a young G
I'm ballin' ballin'
Still on parole and I'm the first nigga Pour some liquor on the for my niggas that deserve it But if I want to make a million, gotta stay It's kinda boomin' and today make a killin' Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the It's a clever disguise to keep me from the cops Ha, I'm high. I think I'll die if I don't get no ends I'm in a bucket with 'em ridin' it like a Benz I hate to stip let my bump Drinkin' liquor, and I'm lookin' for hoes to fuck Rather die makin' money live poor and legal As I another ounce, I wish it was a kilo A need money in a way Time to fuck my BEEEYATCHHey!, and paid You mothafuckas callin' But me and my mothafuckin' niggas
We ballin' Str8
Damned if I don't, and damned if a do So watch a young mothafucka a trigga just to RAISE UP But let them see you cry, dry your eyes Young nigga to do or die I keep a in my pocket on my block Ain't no for a nigga to even cock shit And now they see mothafucka beat pain At point range cause he slept on the game a damned thing changed Shakin' the dice, now 'em If you stand pain better hold 'em Cause ain't no tellin' what you might You might go catch AIDS a slight cold. Nigga live your life to the fullest You 'bout to kill a fool, got a pistol mothafucka better it Cause when they kill me They can never take the from a young G
We ballin' We ballin'
To my in the penitentiary Loked up like a when they mention me Cause you fuckin' the realest motha fucka ever born And once again on I'm bustin' on these till they gone Who the can you get to stop me? I'm in the projects, with my posse I my glock cocked I it cause they're all shady I finally it Now these bitches tryin' to FADE me I goin' out I'd rather blast back I'm on the corner with my watchin' cash stack And I came up a long way food stamps And takin' shit from the low-life ghetto Could you me if they sweat me I'm gonna open fire What could I do? Pull my trigga or watch my die I'm representin' to the fullest devil slugs I'm on the block slangin' with the young thugs And mothafucka, we be All mothafuckin' day long, stay
We ballin'