Stooki Sound - Ball So Hard lyrics

[Verse 1|Black Jesus] Ball So Hard, I'm rolling after Indiana Jones Show you how to start a cla**ic, keep it trendy and it shows Someone get me Amber Rose, Imma f** her like a pro Cuz I do not understand how Wiz could leave her at his shows Oh well, that's his lost Ball hard, your sh**'s soft Watching the blood run, but won't see that crip walk I'm comprised of the best ever, I am perfect Cell f** this game so hard I make her motherf**in cervix swell You're dope? I couldn't tell. Flow so sharp it could impale Plus I got raps for ya head like a turban sale What, you don't know? What we can do? No place to go When we get through You don't represent sh**, but your own ideals You can't begin to fathom the control I wield Just look and see what my progress yields In this last 4 years, I have honed my sk**s Wow! Fans are surprised to see my heart stone Rappers new music's outdated like car phones The rest of ya'll simply sold out, like our shows No drive, just look and take pics, car shows Imma keep rapping till my legend matches Marshall's All you do is open up, like my future car doors All I see is our foes, and ya'll rappin awful When I go off, its on another level, Solange Knowles [Verse 2|Black Jesus] I'm weaponized Ebola In your mom's Corolla Bout to do a hit and run, you baby's in a strolla Maybe I should k** you slowly, call me Coca Cola Step yo f**ing game up, pa** me the controller Tell Ash to check the throne,b**h! I'm the king of Kanto Always on Metronome, yes my moves are rando Lost boys we high as f**, but we never land though I'm the reason that you('re) cool, never been a fan though You looking for your girl,friend trust me she is not here But she on that BBC more than f**ing top gear Balling hard above ya'll, moonwalk to a pub crawl All them n***as high as f**, even though we love fall You rappers f**ing fake, Fleshlight or a love doll? Live shows, hands up and wave, like I called a jump ball My hits are very public Dignitaries love it Grinding till our profits pa** the military budget [Verse 3|Black Jesus] Ball So Hard, that I never have to rap again Level 50 zombies, b**h you know I'm coming back again Culture stealing rappers get no love, just like the Africans What's a CEO to an entry level applicant? King sh** Every single move requires my consent Even if I have to write in pen My written pen's Enlightenin' Grip tightenin The Titan in The mind of him Is frightenin The fight within Despite the sin Just might egnite The might to win Hypin vids? I'll come to your show and grab the mic instead It's Kendrick to Big Sean, b**h you been warned Its the capital control Capital control You rappers are just laughable, your tracks are soundin old I'm the only true artist, yeah, I said it, goddamn You are merely feeble rappers, I'm a renaissance man An inventor, ya'll fans I'm a head of ya'll fams Crazy, but I ball so hard like I'm Dennis Rodman!