[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
Right
Child of the ghetto, nobody explained to me
I learned from the streets no picture was painted for me
This n***as is frauds not what they claiming to be
Got my 9 11 n***as with me, they craving for beef
Let the chopper sing to them like Frankie Sinatra
High-school n***a, probably got shoved in a locker
This for my n***as up top getting ready for lock up
These rap n***as weak, x em out like a pop up
Known for making movies, give them an Oscar
f**ing 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 f**ing right
Just another day another hard laying night
These f**ing weirdos, these n***as ain't bright
Playing around with DZA ball game, riiiiight
[Hook: Smoke DZA]
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 n***as, it's ball game
That's a ball game chump, ah
Ball game, n***a, the ball game's done, riiiiight
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
In every inning sure your career's ending
You n***as 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 b**hes to vultures
You posing as a poser, we post your d**h 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 f**ed 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
[Hook: Smoke DZA]