Ball Game
Kendrick Lamar Lyrics


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Right
Child of the ghetto, nobody explained to me
I learned from the streets no
Picture was painted for me
This niggas is frauds not what
They claiming to be
Got my 9 11 niggas with me
They craving for beef
Let the chopper sing to
Them like Frankie Sinatra high-school nigga
Probably got shoved in a locker
This for my niggas up top
Getting ready for lock up
These rap niggas weak, x em out like a pop up
Known for making movies, give them an Oscar
Fucking Lo junkie
Part reason why they stock up
Whole hood through the show
Spending cake to watch us
Come home to you Kush God on the knockers
Ah, you fucking right
Just another day another hard laying night
These fucking weirdos
These niggas ain't bright
Playing around with DZA ball game, riiiiight

I'm on my way, real on cake
Won't stop grinding till my crew all straight
I do my dude don't make me loose my cool
Knock them out the park
What you wanna do niggas, it's ball game
That's a ball game chump, ah
Ball game, nigga, the ball game's done, right
In every inning sure your career's ending
You niggas ain't winning
Really you're short winded
The bases is loaded you ever notice
Your spot in your game was took
As I look at your team choking
Sore losers never can play us, a chin bruiser
Send shooters on your block scurting
Off on a scooter
I'm raising my stock with every hit record
Look at my record
Your status will drop soon as they
Message me in the session
Minor league coaches we feed
Them bitches to vultures
You posing as a poser
We post your death on a poster
Your highlight is getting closer
To stardom we never start em
We starve em and tire mark em
In the dust so you can watch em
In God trust
I'm probably tied up with a cheerleader
Just your luck you fucked around and
Let a queer lead ya
Time's up, you play softer than Damien
We aim it at your cranium and
Leave fragments over the stadium

I'm on my way, real on cake
Won't stop grinding till my crew all straight
I do my dude don't make me loose my cool
Knock them out the park
What you wanna do niggas, it's ball game
That's a ball game chump, ah
Ball game, nigga, the ball game's done, right

Overall Meaning

In these lyrics, Kendrick Lamar brings a gritty, street-inspired energy as he reflects on his upbringing and asserts his dominance in the rap game. He starts by acknowledging that he grew up in the ghetto and learned life lessons from the streets rather than receiving guidance from anyone. He sees through the facade of those who claim to be something they are not, referring to them as frauds. With his crew by his side, he is ready to confront any beef that comes his way, lyrically likening their aggression to the "chopper" singing like Frankie Sinatra.


Lamar takes a dig at those who may have bullied him during his high school days, using it as fuel for his success. He shouts out his friends who are preparing for prison ("lock up") and asserts his superiority over other rappers, considering them weak and easily eliminated. He asserts his reputation for making impactful rap songs, comparing it to winning an Oscar for making movies. Acknowledging his past struggles with drug addiction, he claims that his influence is part of why substance abusers stock up. He proudly states that his entire neighborhood comes out to support his shows, spending money to watch his performance.


The chorus emphasizes Lamar's focus and determination to succeed. He's relentless in his pursuit of financial stability for his crew and warns others not to provoke him, as they will face the consequences. He asserts his skill in the rap game by using the metaphor of knocking the ball out of the park, challenging anyone who opposes him. The repetition of "ball game" signifies his confidence and the finality of his victory.


Line by Line Meaning

Child of the ghetto, nobody explained to me
Growing up in a disadvantaged neighborhood, nobody guided or educated me about life


I learned from the streets no
My knowledge and understanding come from my experiences in the tough streets


Picture was painted for me
The reality of my environment was depicted vividly for me


This niggas is frauds not what they claiming to be
These individuals are pretending to be something they're not, they're dishonest


Got my 9 11 niggas with me
I have my loyal and trustworthy friends by my side, ready to defend


They craving for beef
They have an intense desire for conflict or confrontation


Let the chopper sing to them like Frankie Sinatra high-school nigga
Allow the rapid gunfire to resonate in their ears, reminiscent of Frank Sinatra but with a violent twist


Probably got shoved in a locker
Likely experienced bullying or mistreatment, as a high school student


This for my niggas up top getting ready for lock up
Dedicated to my friends who are preparing for imprisonment


These rap niggas weak, x em out like a pop up
The rappers in question are weak and easily eliminated, like dismissing a pop-up ad


Known for making movies, give them an Oscar
Famous for creating compelling stories, deserving of recognition and praise


Fucking Lo junkie, part reason why they stock up
Being addicted to luxurious fashion brands, contributing to their popularity and demand


Whole hood through the show spending cake to watch us
The entire neighborhood comes out and spends money to see our performances


Come home to you Kush God on the knockers
Return to you with confidence, being revered for my expertise in cannabis


Ah, you fucking right
Yes, undoubtedly correct


Just another day another hard laying night
A typical day filled with struggles and challenging nights


These fucking weirdos
Referring to individuals who are strange or unconventional


These niggas ain't bright
These individuals lack intelligence or wisdom


Playing around with DZA ball game, riiiiight
Engaging with DZA in a game of basketball, asserting dominance


I'm on my way, real on cake
I'm progressing towards success, accumulating genuine wealth


Won't stop grinding till my crew all straight
I won't cease my hard work until all my comrades are financially secure


I do my dude don't make me loose my cool
I handle my responsibilities, but don't provoke me to lose my composure


Knock them out the park
Achieve a remarkable success or victory


What you wanna do niggas, it's ball game
Challenging my opponents, declaring that it's time for the game


That's a ball game chump, ah
That concludes the game, you foolish individual


Ball game, nigga, the ball game's done, right
The game has ended, asserting the finality and certitude of it


In every inning sure your career's ending
With each phase or period, the conclusion of your career becomes certain


You niggas ain't winning
You're not achieving victory or success


Really you're short winded
In reality, you lack stamina or endurance


The bases is loaded you ever notice
The situation is tense and challenging, did you ever realize?


Your spot in your game was took
Someone else has claimed your position in your chosen field


As I look at your team choking
Observing your team underperforming and struggling to succeed


Sore losers never can play us, a chin bruiser
Individuals who can't handle defeat will never be able to compete against us, we don't hesitate to deliver a punch


Send shooters on your block scurting off on a scooter
Sending armed individuals to your neighborhood, quickly fleeing on a scooter


I'm raising my stock with every hit record
My value and reputation increase with each successful music release


Look at my record
Examine the history of my achievements and accomplishments


Your status will drop soon as they message me in the session
Your social standing will decrease immediately when they contact me during a music collaboration


Minor league coaches we feed them bitches to vultures
Lesser-skilled individuals in the industry are devoured by more experienced and ruthless figures


You posing as a poser
You pretend to be something you're not


We post your death on a poster
We advertise and publicize your downfall and defeat


Your highlight is getting closer
The peak or prime of your success is becoming nearer


To stardom we never start em
We don't initiate their path to fame, they lack the potential


We starve em and tire mark em in the dust so you can watch em
We deprive them of success and leave them far behind, allowing you to witness their failure


In God trust
We have faith in a higher power


I'm probably tied up with a cheerleader
I'm likely involved with a cheerleader romantically


Just your luck you fucked around and let a queer lead ya
Unfortunate for you, you made the mistake of following someone who is homosexual


Time's up, you play softer than Damien
Your time has run out, your performance lacks the aggression of Damien, a fictional character


We aim it at your cranium and leave fragments over the stadium
We direct our weapons towards your skull, causing your head to shatter with pieces scattered all over the stadium




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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@stankydankpurp305

Sore losers never can play us, a chin bruiser
Send shooters on your block scurting off on a scooter
I'm raising my stock with every hit record, look at my record
Your status will drop soon as they message me in the session
Minor league coaches we feed them bitches to vultures
You posing as a poser, we post your death on a poster
Your highlight is getting closer, to stardom we never start em
We starve em and tire mark em, in the dust so you can watch em
In God trust, I'm probably tied up with a cheerleader



All comments from YouTube:

@michaelftw69

Coming back to this after finding out Kenny Beats produced this

@mxleskxng

Michael Haight dame who knew officer Kenny was in The Rolling Stones era of rap.

@petermarshall8360

Haha same. And to hear K dots verse. If I slept on this I'll be disappointed in myself

@c.c.s.1102

Officer Kenneth deep undercover

@JahNuhThunDeeTheOneAndOnly

This beat so hard and chill at the same time

@jaelee664

woah kenny

@LiabilityDiscourse

Wow this song brings me back to good time

@interviewwithdevin2902

My favorite kendrick verse and it's a underground record

@MrsThehighlife

Kendrick never fails to light up a track

@abstractjakobe3151

Golden Track

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