Stick Ball

[Verse 1]

The label say that they want me

Tell me that they can sell me

I ain't a product

I produce honest shit

Using wise guy talk and ebonics

Using some chronic

To get me to the level where i only settle for the rawest

The flaws what makes it flawless

What I see what’s recorded

The Gods show up in bombers

Whether brawling or warring

I’m just a bard with bars not the type that you swallow

The type I spit till I’m hollow

Ohh I’m hollow

I’m a long goner

Death seems farther

Put it in perspective bruh it’s right upon us

That’s how I always saw it

So even if it’s just a couple bucks coming out my wallet

Boy we balling

From the day we started

To the day we call it

Call it what you call it

But nah I’m not an artist

But I do broad strokes on broads that’s gorgeous

If you fuck with it bump with it till it’s boring

We’ll be touring coming back for more and more and

Coming back for more

[Hook]

I’ve seen the seas

The snow

The heat, the cold

Dreams untold

Sometimes swear man I seen it all

The schemes unfold with these kids

Reminisce playing ball with a stick

[Verse 2]

We the ones it ain't honorable mention, It's done

Ain't not calling to question none

We pretty young to be balling and spending

Every dollar that enters my pocket gets swallowed and spent

And the rest gets balled up and sent

To the tall grass

Why can’t i make my own bread it ain’t called cash

Appalled at fuckers in awe like I’m off crack

Off bat you off track

Bark at you if you cough at

Me in some funny ass way like I ain't saw that

Pardon?

Nah pa been all in

Y’all slim with your offerings

Your offspring are things

My offspring gods kings contenders

All things considered

All same type bullshit in this ball game

Prefer stickball, hand ball hear the wall rang

Y’all lames

Im partial to draw string bags with a spalding

Why you mad at my calling

Y’all think what y’all think

We gonna rap raw

My dog just dapped paws with a rat claw

Cat call

Shorty mad saw that it’s pat nah

That’s all focus on basketball

Get to the league

See me I just get me some tree

Sit back get me to read books see crooks

Make raps that need hooks

A&R’s re look

Fuck all that I casually cook kicks

Walked from the Bronx to the Battery took trips

Ain't no fucking salary need to get booked quick

Y’all mad at me caput quick

Then you smile at me like look Wik

You still a child b

You can’t be proud of me

You gotta be foul b

Yeah i see your style

[Hook]

I’ve seen the seas

The snow

The heat, the cold

Dreams untold

Sometimes swear man I seen it all

The schemes unfold with these kids

Reminisce playing ball with a stick

[Outro]

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