Ball (feat. Meek Mill)

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