[Intro]
Look man, Ball Like I'm Kobe the mixtape coming soon man
Young n***a done grew up now though but let me tell you something [Verse 1]
Take me way back, way way back
Back to 87th Rink with the wave caps
Back to 72nd street that's where I played at
But 79 ess** block where I was made at
East side, only side where I was raised at
No cease fire, disrespect us you get blazed at
Take me back, way back to elementary
Lost G Fazo in 2010 the rest was history
And ever since its been "murder all my enemies"
And ever since it's been "never show no sympathy"
I'm in this by myself, n***as don't mean sh** to me
And money don't mean sh** to me
I remember nights, when it wasn't sh** to eat
And ever since it's been "n***as can't get sh** for free"
This world f**ed up my n***a, so good luck my n***a
And once you in that state system then you stuck my n***a
Better get some bucks my n***a
You only got yourself the rest don't give a f** my n***a
And I'mma live it up my n***a
Don't be mad at me your b**h can't get enough my n***a
But back to basics, you want that bank just hit me up my n***a
Smoking OG to the face I'm high as f** my n***a
You know G Herbo keep some codeine in his cup my n***a
Roll up to my show we got 4 FNs in the trunk my n***a
And we got them slammers in the club
You know Lil Marley blammin' n***a mud
Just went to see my big bro Maskey in the county jail
He was out on 25 but he tryna make another bail
When I was 17 I seen my first 100 racks
I turned 18 seen it again and blew that 100 back
But now I'm wiser b**h I'm master making money stack
I'm tryna win a grammy I got fo' n dem out there sellin' crack
What you need? You know we buy that store
Big bucks my bro, he got it for the low
f** the law they tryna send a n***a up the road
Pa**ing out conspiracies they snatch me up b**h I don't know I don't know
Free my n***a Crazy James, shout out my big bro perfect 8
And ever since they took the game sh** ain't been the same
Free Lil Merch and wet em up see shorty n them be duckin treys
Roll around with all my ice on me
I got 24 for Kobe and this pipe on me
Boy you better not risk your life on me
We in the club might get your head shot, pull a knife on me
You standin' in the line paying for your mans and all
I don't show up to the club unless the fans involved
I'm sick of these hating n***as, all you snaking n***as
Pocket watcher tryna see how much I'm making n***a
Why you wanna see me fail? I'm tryna make it n***a
Why you want me to be broke and stay a basic n***a?
Why n***as wanna see me dead? Tryna see me down
Same n***as shake my hand when they see me 'round
Let you know for you gotta watch em
They gon drop a dime or k** you for a dollar
And I gotta watch my back cause I know n***as plottin'
Same n***a who say he ya partna' he'll pop-pop
And I'm ridin' round tryna ease the pain
Smoking on dutches drink a ace of lean
High speedin' and I'm switching lanes
Tired of talkin Ballin Like I'm Kobe on the way [Outro]
RIP all my n***as man
Free all my n***as man
Ballin Like I'm Kobe on the mixtape
Coming real soon man
You already know what it is man
Pistol gang, 4L
You already know how we rocking man
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Let's get it man
We don't f** around we gotta get this money man
f** all that other sh**