Ball This Old
Meek Mill, G Herbo
Uh, let's get it
This for my dawgs layin' down the road
Real teammate
Don't mind playin' down the road
This for my guys that done
Died for diamonds and gold
While he back poppin' out outside
However it fold this for them soldiers
I'm forever stayin' on my toes
Think it's crazy
I chase opps before I chase my goals
Since I was a baby
I felt like I knew the life I chose
I went bought a crate of Glocks
Before I bought my Rolls
Put that on my soul, and I got a pure soul
Say your team full of
Shooters, we don't play, it's on
And I never needed help
Sometimes I stay alone
But I'ma make it home
Gotta kill to make it home
How the fuck I'm wrong?
Glock full pan, it break his bones
I told my youngin to be drill about it
Don't go make a song
And I'm hopin' he don't take it wrong
'cause them homicides be takin' long
My dawg had called me for my top
And said he made it home
And I was tellin' him
That he thinkin' wrong 'Cause he real
Niggas hangin' on to the end
He said he on his last appeal, he gotta win
And I said "I got a half a mill'
I'm lockin' in"
Knowin' how he feel, I'm treatin' this
Case like I was him, no cap
Seen a half a mill' before
The labels heard my name (Swerv')
Too much on my brain, they chase no fame
I had that flame
All the nights I came out, it was dangerous
I can't name i was born to run shit, nigga
I can't change
Made my first check, ain't buy
My moms a house, ain't buy no chains
I was on some young shit
I was on some dumb shit
Niggas who I fucked with, if I call
They come quick niggas run up dumb shit
Niggas buy my son shit
Early mornings in LA, see me
Might be with my sons
Pop out, solo, late at night, I got two guns
Bulletproof, like in the 'Raq
Who gon' do somethin'? (Phew)
Fuck up fifty K in saks and
It's just two of us
This for my dawg, ain't get to ball this old
I think it's crazy I lost my
Soul before I lost my pole
I had to see if it's real
I touched him and I caught the cold
I'm watchin' his mama cry
He layin' there in a coffin frozen
This drillin' shit like all we know
Niggas ain't even cool with us
Actin' like they cool with us
Shit so deep, don't even know who to trust
Shit was only a few with us
Picked up, he got hit first
Niggas beef ain't have shit to do with us
Now you hatin' on me, tryna slam me
'cause Lamb' got slime fees
Even though I'm rich, I'm grimy
You know where to find me
All the niggas you think are behind you
I put 'em behind me
Ain't worried 'bout no niggas slimin' me
I be like five deep
Walk in the strip joint, they grab me
I smell like a dime of weed
They just love the rocks and gold
I just love I made it here
I came from lockin' and loadin'
(Know that) this for my youngin
Eighteen and he lost his soul
This for my niggas older than me
Ain't get to ball this old
And I put that on my
Soul, neck froze, heart froze
I was walkin' froze kevlar with some dames
We can walk with poles
Some of my niggas who got
Killed walkin' with the hoes
We got AR sticks, talk to the hoes
Everythin' I got legit
Everywhere I'm ridin' tint
Anythin' I speak my mind 'bout
I come outside with
Think that evil I was born with
That's what I'm dyin' with
(This for my dawg
Ain't get to ball this old)
(This for my dawg
Ain't get to ball this old)
(This for my dawg
Ain't get to ball this old)
(This for my dawg
Ain't get to ball this old)
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