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- Wiki stick ball 歌詞
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- The label say that they want me
Tell me that they can sell me
I aint a product
I produce honest shit
Using wise guy talk and Ebonics
Using some chronic
To get me to the level where I only settle for the rawest
The flaws what makes it flawless
What I see whats recorded
The gods show up in bombers
Whether brawling or warring
Im just a bard with bars not the type that you swallow
The type I spit till Im hollow
Ohh Im hollow
Im a long goner
Death seems farther
Put it in perspective brush its right upon us
Thats how I always saw it
So even if its just a couple bucks coming out my wallet
Boy we balling
From the day we started
To the day we call it
Call it what you call it
But nah Im not an artist
But I do broad strokes on broads thats gorgeous
If you fuck with it bump with it till its boring
Well be touring coming back for more and more and
Coming back for more
Ive seen the seas the snow
The heat the cold
Dreams untold
Sometimes swear man I seen it all
The schemes unfold with these kids
Reminisce playing ball with a stick
We the ones it aint honorable mention its done
Aint not calling to question none
We pretty young to be balling and spending
Every dollar that enters my pocket gets swallowed and spent
And the rest gets balled up and sent
To the tall grass
Why cant I make my own bread it aint called cash
Appalled at fuckers in awe like Im off crack
Off bat you off track
Bark at you if you cough at
Me in some funny ass way like I aint saw that
Pardon
Nah pa been all in
Yall slim with your offerings
Your offspring are things
My offspring gods kings contenders
All things considered
All same type bullshit in this ball game
Prefer stickball hand ball hear the wall rang
Yall lames
Im partial to draw string bags with a spalding
Why you mad at my calling
Yall think what yall think
We gonna rap raw
My dog just dapped paws with a rat claw
Cat call
Shorty mad saw that its pat nah
Thats all focus on basketball
Get to the league
See me I just get me some tree
Sit back get me to read books see crooks
Make raps that need hooks
A&R's re look
Fuck all that I casually cook kicks
Walked from the Bronx to the battery took trips
Aint no fucking salary need to get booked quick
Yall mad at me caput quick
Then you smile at me like look wick
You still a child b
You cant be proud of me
You gotta be foul b
Yeah I see your style
Ive seen the seas the snow
The heat the cold
Dreams untold
Sometimes swear man I seen it all
The schemes unfold with these kids
Reminisce playing ball with a stick
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