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