lirik lagu ball player – dc the don
[intro]
you know this beat, that’s word to keylow
trademark
yeah
[chorus]
imma ball player
feel like shaq and kobe,playin on the lakers
(?), we going major
ridin through la, feel like i’m the mayor
hill west n*gga getting motherf*cking paper
in the back of the party with some slayers
bro look at all these hatin’ ass n*ggas, yeah they haters
i see you fake, you should come with a disclaimer
lil’ bro get off your ass and go get your ass some paper
motherf*cker out here, i’m a rager
countin’ stacks and (?) them young bloods, gettin’ dangerous
baby this sh*t will never change us
my new house so big, i can’t see the f*ckin’ neighbors, ah yeah
ghetto n*ggas making me major, ah yeah
tell that n*gga he gotta pay up, ah yeah
(?) sh*t like a layup, ah yeah
tell my momma we on the way up (ouu oh)
[verse]
ay, pick up the phone we need to talk already
tell my momma we gon’ ball already
k!ll my superstitions
i need some restrictions
girl you know that hurt my soul (yeah, yeah)
k!ll my superstitions
i need some restrictions
girl you know that hurt my soul
a little bit, but not only a little bit
i see you in the back of the car, got a smile on some jealous sh*t
got a hole inside of my heart, it’s so light that i can’t even feel this sh*t (yeah)
bob the builder, break her back out, girl i’m drillin’ it
blink 182 am, so high and girl i’m feeling this
girl i’ve been trying to do no run, no i ain’t feeling this
this (?) is not my home, it’s filled with wickedness
and i’ve been so low, where she thinking this
i can barely use my voice, i’m not a lyricist
remember aunt called me, aunt called me, and said the realist sh*t
she said “boy if you ain’t dead, you better k!ll this sh*t
just promise if you do it, you do it and keep your diligence
your head stay solid, little n*gga your family militant.”
ohh, if i don’t go right, then imma go left
i swear i never change, i’m lil daij i’m unimpressed
you don’t like the way i move and sh*t, i wish i was expressed
should’ve called back on my phone when i wish i was addressed
hard body, smooth moves, hypnotized now she possessed
tryna go back to that fire in the wild wild west
good morning, wake up you’ve been sleeping in a f*cking mess
i get that, can’t feel, they’re moving (?) they can’t seem to stay still
(?) i can’t k!ll, i can’t k!ll
it’s not true what they say, pain k!lls, pain k!lls
if i go out today, at least i’m going out real
take you out, take you out, take you out, take you out
try me, try me
they top of my blood, hope a n*gga try me
and everybody to see ’em they mean the world (?) (don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em)
lil’ bro need a way, he finna go and hold something
i told him to use a plan b, but he don’t know, i can’t tell ’em
he said get rich or die trying, i can’t even blame an old fella
he can’t even hang with the guys, so he had to propel ’em
they can’t even open they eyes to these streets, compel ’em
they been out trappin’ for days, working hard, you gon’ smell ’em
mhmm, mhmm, mhmm, who the f*ck gon’ tell ’em
that ain’t the way to live my n*gga, move right and stay melo
wait, i can’t trust a soul, you couldn’t save me
my family did me dirty how the f*ck (?)
and beat his ass for (?) put his ass on “say cheese”
your heart is split in two, my tuka come in (?)
bless me, i’m messy yeah, you can never blame me
i feel it’s sentimental, ain’t n0body try to save me
now i’m swerving in that lambo wait, this sh*t getting sp*cey
and my choppa gettin’ nasty, lemme take this b*tch off safety
how i wake up in the morning, how i wake up in the morning
do you feel me, i know you gotta feel me
banana (?), my shades on like they don’t feel me
i’ve been drippin for the last three years, this ain’t the real me
i’ve been talkin’ multi*million dollar deals, since the little me
gotta shoot me with a god gun, my complex been feelin’ me
cause i don’t think that man make a f*cking gun that can k!ll me
[chorus]
imma ball player
feel like shaq and kobe being on the lakers
(?), we going major
ride it through la i feel like i’m the mayor
hill west n*gga getting motherf*cking paper
in the back of the party with some slayers
bro look at all these hatin’ ass n*ggas, yeah they haters
i see you fake, you should come with a disclaimer
lil’ bro get off your ass and go get your ass some paper
motherf*cker out here, i’m a rager
countin’ stacks and (?) them young bloods, gettin’ dangerous
baby this sh*t will never change us
my morale so big, i can see the f*ckin’ neighbors, ah yeah
ghetto n*ggas making me major, ah yeah
tell that n*gga he gotta pay up, ah yeah
(?) sh*t like a layup, ah yeah
tell my momma we on the way up (ouu oh)
[outro]
hi baby, it’s your mommy calling
calling to see what you were doing (?)
at the studio, or still sweeping
just wanted to let you know baby that i’m so very very proud of you
and all that you’re doing
you are a great inspiration to many people
and you know, i just wanted to let you know that i love you
i was thinking about you
and um
mom, let me speak to my brother
hold on, i’m on this voice*mail, he’s not answering
call me when you get up
do not be
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