Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing
Why i'm i fucken crawling like a ball in a game of bowling
Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves
Even though i walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
Americans tackle in foot ball? getting all bloody?
Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money
I grew up in new orleans, ball players and rhyme stars,
Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops
Yeah i catch the girls watching me ball wanting to get in on the action but i
Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die
Staring at the crystal ball
By the phone, no call
As i'm watching the snow fall
Schools out, its time to ball.
Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her
Wet em necks and jaw rest in shock wrecking ball toddler_
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