Ball
ALLSTARS BALLHARD Lyrics

Yeah meech boutta get serious in This bitch my nigga, good lookin
I'm getting serious in this song, my friend (Meech) is going to help me out. Thanks.

Yeah, you know that grand mama you got That keep a lot of money? She was stuffin' for my grand daddy She know about kentucky
You know that grandma with all the cash? Well, she helped my grandpa hide his money and she knows about Kentucky (where they make bourbon).

Feelin' lucky lemme go and su- Nah I ain't gon' say that Almost fucked around and incriminated My a rab y'all bum crumbs don't know the Size of a block
I was just about to say something incriminating, but changed my mind. You guys don't know anything about the real streets.

Why you lookin at that money keep Yo eyes to the plot I would show love, and supply you with a lot But I know you gon run off Yo shoes tied to the top
Stop looking at the money and focus on the bigger picture. I could help you out, but I know you're going to run away with it. Your shoes are tied to your backpack, like you're ready to hit the road.

Member' back in the days I used to cop me a zip Chop in the kitchen throw up Something to wash they dishes
Remember back in the day when I used to buy drugs and cook them up in the kitchen? I made enough to buy them out of their debt and they had to wash dishes for me as payment.

Don't need no food off that plate you Gon be hot in the bitches Making the same shit they giving Off for college tuition
I don't need to eat off of your plate, I'm already successful with the same hustle they're using to pay for college.

Not worried about pulling up Lines of the lemonade Clutchin champagne but got 10 That was minute maid Come to my spot lemme show You what I hear today You gon be like nigga I didn't Know there was that many made
I'm not worried about doing drugs anymore, I'm into the high life now. Come over to my place and I'll show you how I'm making my money. You'll be surprised at how much I'm making.

Bitches know, they know who generatin revenue Niggas know I don't just rap I'm flooding avenues Fiends know, who can leave a hood infinity OGs know young niggas can get shredded But I know it's coming I know the future in this fast life Losing my life or hearing the Judge saying I got life Imma die anyway, it's just a sad life So I'd rather ball to make Up for them bad nights
Girls know who's making money, guys know that I'm not just a rapper, but also a successful hustler. Addicts know who can't leave the hood, and experienced gangsters know that young people can get hurt. But I know it's coming, I know the future in this dangerous life. Even if I die, it's a sad life, so I'd rather succeed to make up for my struggles.

I had hope for y'all lil Niggas recently I gave up And imma beat the fuck out That nigga sellin yall facebustas Yo broke ass, got two babies And yo back to achy and yo baby mama suck me Up she playing too crazy 8500 for me I ain't got a code and it's pulling Through the snow nigga we drank animals You keep going broke you Ain't clever with cabbage You niggas since lacking like Yo deadbeat ass daddies What you brag about making I spend on carpet maintenance Yo crib ain't worth what I Just spent on landscaping Yall bums be like I hid my stash with a regal Nigga I can spark that on My fist ain't upkeepin I used to cop up some mail it To them loyals let it drop I was so ain't used to selling But I never let it drop Look like I'm out here sellin half Miln' of butter but them Fiends always be like he's a bad motherfucker
I used to have hope for you young people, but I've given up. I'll beat up that guy who's selling you bad drugs. You're broke, have two kids, complain about your back hurting, and your baby mama is sleeping with me. I don't have a code for my car and we're driving through the snow, drinking. You're going broke, you're not smart with your money. You guys are like your deadbeat fathers. You brag about your earnings, but I spend it on carpet cleaning. Your house isn't worth the money I spent on landscaping. You guys hide your drugs in your car, I can hide it in my fists. I used to mail drugs to my loyal customers, and they always recognized my quality. Even though I'm only selling half the amount, I'm still considered a bad motherf***er.

I was taught to be good Or nigga be good at it Sitting on a so happened to be good rapping Good trapping Just so happened to make it to school If you can't meet my deadline Bruh I'm cutting you loose I been foolin, band snatch your hooches I had dem hollow points Head cracking drums nigga band practice Lil nigga fuck a scale I ain't weighin shit This a whole So it ain't no point in weighin this Talking to D, please stop rapping Yo city ain't shit but a discovery packet How you gonna tell the city Where we recovering the package Why you tell em we sell white And they need to bag it I ain't even bragging nigga I Forgot how to bag up Need summ ask us, it's posts so masked up Forgive me for the delay on The music I been working Rather be on the streets than In the studio hurting nigga
I was taught to either be good or be the best at something. I'm a good rapper and a good drug dealer. I also happened to make it to school. If you can't meet my deadlines, I'll drop you. I'm just joking, but I will steal your girls (hooches). I have bullets that can crack skulls, it's like a band practice. I don't need scales, I know the deal. This is a lot of drugs so it's not worth weighing. I told my friend D to stop rapping, his city is nothing important. How could he tell people where we hide our drugs and that we sell cocaine? I'm not even bragging, I forgot how to bag the drugs up. I need some people to ask me about it, it's done in secret. Sorry for the delay on my music, I've been busy. But I'd rather be on the streets than stuck in the studio.