Testo Ball - G Herbo feat. Meek Mill
Testo della canzone Ball (G Herbo feat. Meek Mill), tratta dall'album Big Swerv 2.0
Uh, yeah
Uh, let's get it
This for my dogs laying down the road
Real teammate, don't mind playing down the role
This for my guys that done died for diamonds and gold
Right back popping out outside however it fold
This for them soldiers, I'm forever staying 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 a zone
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 plan to break his bones
I told my youngin if he drill about it, don't gon' make a song
And I'm hopin' he don't take it wrong
'Cause them homicides be taking long
My dog had called me from up top and saying he made it home
And I was telling him that he thinking wrong
'Cause we real niggas hanging on
'Til 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 treating his case like I was him, no cap
Seen a half a mil before the labels heard my name (Swerve)
Too much on my brain, ain't 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 mom's a house, ain't buy no chains
I was on some young shit, I was on some dumb shit
Niggas who I fuck with, if I call, they come quick
Niggas run up, dump shit, niggas buy my son shit
Early mornings in L.A., see me, might be with my son
Pop out solo late at night, I got two guns
Bulletproof 'Lac in the 'Raq, who gon' do some?
Fuck up 50K in Saks and it's just two of us
This for my dog, 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 in the coffin cold
I'm watching his mama cry, he laying there in the coffin froze
This drillin' shit like all we know
Niggas ain't even cool with us, acting like they cool with us
Shit so deep, don't even know who to trust, shit, it's only a few of us
Picked up heat, got 'head first in niggas beef, ain't have shit to do with us
Now you hatin' on me, tryna slime me 'cause the Lamb' got slime seats
Even though I'm rich, I'm grimy, you know where to find me
All the niggas you think behind you, I'll put 'em behind me
Ain't worried 'bout no niggas sliding on me, I be like five deep
Walk in the strip joint, they grabbing me, I spend like a dime a week
They just love the rocks and gold
I just love I made it here, I came from locking and loading (you know that)
This for my youngin, 18 and he lost his soul
This for my niggas older than me, ain't get to ball this old (ain't get to ball this old)
And I put that on my soul (on my soul)
Neck froze, heart froze, we was walking froze (I was walking froze)
Kevlar whips for days when we couldn't walk with poles
Some of my niggas who got killed walking with the hoes
We got ARs sticks, talking to the hoes
Everything I got legit, everywhere I'm riding tint
Anything I speak my mind 'bout I come outside with
Dignity what I was born with, that's what I'm dying with
This for my dog, ain't get to ball this old
This for my dog, ain't get to ball this old
This for my dogs, ain't get to ball this old
This for my, this for my
This for my dog ain't get to ball this old
Credits
Writer(s): Robert Rihmeek Williams, Nikolas J Papamitrou, Thomas Horton, Jordan Holt-may, Herbert Randall Wright Iii, Alexander W Papamitrou, Nii Noi Tetteh
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