Ball Player - DC The Don

You know this beat, that’s word to Keylow

Trademark

Yeah

I’m a ball player

Feel like Shaq and Kobe Bean on the Lakers

It’s all fun, baby please, we going major

Ridin' through LA, feel like I’m the mayor

Midwest nigga getting motherfucking paper

In the back of the party with some slayers

Bro, look at all these hatin' ass niggas, yeah, they haters

I see you fake, you should come with a disclaimer

Lil' bruh, get off your ass and go get your ass some paper

Motherfucker out here, I’m a rager

Collin Sexton mood, I’m Young Bull, it’s gettin' dangerous

Baby, this shit will never change us

My new house so big, I can’t see the fuckin' neighbors, ah yeah

Ghetto niggas making me major, ah yeah

Tell that nigga he gotta pay up, ah yeah

Shawty said this shit like a layup, ah yeah

Tell my mama we on the way up (Ooh oh)

Ay, pick up the phone we need to talk already

Tell my momma we gon' ball already

Kill my superstitions

I need some restrictions

Girl you know that hurt my soul (Yeah, yeah)

Kill my superstitions

I need some restrictions

Girl you know that hurt my soul

A little bit, but not only a little bit

I see you in the back of the car, got a smile on some jealous shit

Got a hole inside of my heart, it’s so light that I can’t even feel this shit

(Yeah)

Bob the builder, break her back out, girl I’m drillin' it

Blink 182 AM, so high and girl I’m feeling this

Girl I’ve been trying to do no run, no I ain’t feeling this

This world is not my home, it’s filled with wickedness

And I’ve been so low, where she thinking this

I can barely use my voice, I’m not a lyricist

Remember aunt called me, aunt called me, and said the realist shit

She said «Boy if you ain’t dead, you better kill this shit

Just promise if you do it, you do it and keep your diligence

Your head stay solid, little nigga your family militant.»

Ohh, if I don’t go right, then imma go left

I swear I never change, I’m Lil Daij I’m unimpressed

You don’t like the way I move and shit, I wish I was expressed

Should’ve called back on my phone when I wish I was addressed

Hard body, smooth moves, hypnotized now she possessed

Tryna go back to that fire in the wild wild west

Good morning, wake up you’ve been sleeping in a fucking mess

I get that, can’t feel, they’re moving all around they can’t seem to stay still

They’re movin' all around I can’t kill, I can’t kill

It’s not true what they say, pain kills, pain kills

If I go out today, at least I’m going out real

Take you out, take you out, take you out, take you out

Try me, try me

They top of my blood, hope a nigga try me

And everybody to see 'em they mean the world to save me (Don't tell 'em,

don’t tell 'em)

Lil' bro need a way, he finna go and hold something

I told him to use a plan B, but he don’t know, I can’t tell 'em

He said get rich or die trying, I can’t even blame an old fella

He can’t even hang with the guys, so he had to propel 'em

They can’t even open they eyes to these streets, compel 'em

They been out trappin' for days, working hard, you gon' smell 'em

Mhmm, mhmm, mhmm, who the fuck gon' tell 'em

That ain’t the way to live my nigga, move right and stay melo

Wait, I can’t trust a soul, you couldn’t save me

My family did me dirty how the fuck you finna fake me

And beat his ass for talking put his ass on «Say Cheese»

Your heart is split in two, my took off, come and change me

Bless me, I’m messy yeah, you can never blame me

I feel it’s sentimental, ain’t nobody try to save me

Now I’m swerving in that lambo wait, this shit getting spacey

And my choppa gettin' nasty, lemme take this bitch off safety

How I wake up in the morning, how I wake up in the morning

Do you feel me, I know you gotta feel me

Banana clip, GG, my shades on like they don’t feel me

I’ve been drippin for the last three years, this ain’t the real me

I’ve been talkin' multi-million dollar deals, since the little me

Gotta shoot me with a god gun, my complex been feelin' me

Cause I don’t think that man make a fucking gun that can kill me

I’m a ball player

Feel like Shaq and Kobe Bean on the Lakers

It’s all fun, baby please, we going major

Ridin' through LA, feel like I’m the mayor

Midwest nigga getting motherfucking paper

In the back of the party with some slayers

Bro, look at all these hatin' ass niggas, yeah, they haters

I see you fake, you should come with a disclaimer

Lil' bruh, get off your ass and go get your ass some paper

Motherfucker out here, I’m a rager

Collin Sexton mood, I’m Young Bull, it’s gettin' dangerous

Baby, this shit will never change us

My new house so big, I can’t see the fuckin' neighbors, ah yeah

Ghetto niggas making me major, ah yeah

Tell that nigga he gotta pay up, ah yeah

Shawty said this shit like a layup, ah yeah

Tell my mama we on the way up (Ooh oh)

Hi baby, it’s your mommy calling

Calling to see what you were doing

I know probably

At the studio, or still sweeping

Just wanted to let you know baby that I’m so very very proud of you

And all that you’re doing

You are a great inspiration to many people

And you know, I just wanted to let you know that I love you

I was thinking about you

And um

Mom, let me speak to my brother

Hold on, I’m on this voice-mail, he’s not answering

Call me when you get up

Do not be