Dirtball

[Intro] The convicts become more institutionalized more rapidly Because the pressure is never off Niggas can't keep up You ain't near me, then hear me [Verse 1] A lot of haters envy, but it ain't my fault Peasants wanna be me, but can't be the boss They mimic how I talk, imitate how I walk Duplicate the clothes but my style can't be bought Pigeons wanna fly with me, can't soar with hawks They seek what I sought, try to think what I thought Y'all sweet and too soft, y'all can't defeat what I fought Y'all feet gon' get caught tryna creep on my vault I'm such a savvy optimistic nigga At six, seen my daddy pistol whip some niggas Said, "Son, never pull a gun then never use it If you don't have the shooter, slap him up and abuse him" Create that illusion, that mental picture You rather have a failure 'cause they love to get ya Get rich, be a icon, the idol Learn to listen, keep your eyes on all your rivals Never trust friends, it's bad for your health Especially females, they only out for your wealth Take a look at yourself, see you reflect success An image of the one you pray to 'fore you rest [Break] Now you go up and lay down and rest They said he created all man in his image Not necessarily, this doesn't necessarily cause for dismissal But, a man who is unable to get along with inamtes to or allow inmates to get along with him And it works both ways Uh, soon find himself in a, in a position Uh, in some assignment where he very rarely comes in contact with inmates [Verse 2] I know you niggas think this life is a joke 'Til the burner's in your face, ignites at ya throat This games a blunt smoke, so I'm playin' for keeps Got gangsta bloods rollin' for the pen is deep Tryna get into the streets the best way that I can I hang these quarters for release, I break 'em out of the can 'Cause I'll be damned if I let my dogs do dirtball Posted up in the morning, just waitin' for work call Fuck that, we come in gunnin', so bust back Same day they transferred, I label to bust that My niggas can trust that, I keep it all the way real Same way I ball in the pen, I ball in this field And none can judge me, trees in my lungs for ones who love me For the homies who can't hug me, pop bottles above me Red, eight ball pourin' out on the curb For my niggas on lock from Lompoc to Lewisberg I'm a boss so I can't be bought I'm a lost soul, I can't be sought My heart so cold, been shanked, been shot at The feds never break me, I can't be stopped What it cost? Sold, break it off the top If it's off, then show who float this cop How to toss, sold, was dope and soft I'm the sauce of the snow, that secret sauce