Ball This Old

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[Intro: G Herbo]
Uh, let's get it

[Verse 1: G Herbo]
This for my dawgs layin' down the road
Real teammate, don't mind playin' down the road
This for my guys that done died for diamonds and gold
While he back poppin' out outside, however it fold
This for them soldiers, I'm forever stayin' on my toes
Think it's crazy, I chase opps before I chase my goals
Since I was a baby, I felt like I knew the life I chose
I went bought a crate of Glocks before I bought my Rolls
Put that on my soul, and I got a pure soul
Say your team full of shooters, we don't play, it's on
And I never needed help, sometimes I stay alone
But I'ma make it home, gotta kill to make it home
How the fuck I'm wrong?

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Glock full pan, it break his bones
I told my youngin to be drill about it, don't go make a song
And I'm hopin' he don't take it wrong, 'cause them homicides be takin' long
My dawg had called me for my top and said he made it home
And I was tellin' him that he thinkin' wrong
'Cause he real, niggas hangin' on to the end
He said he on his last appeal, he gotta win
And I said "I got a half a mill', I'm lockin' in"
Knowin' how he feel, I'm treatin' this case like I was him, no cap

[Verse 3: G Herbo]
Seen a half a mill' before the labels heard my name (Swerv')
Too much on my brain, they chase no fame, I had that flame
All the nights I came out, it was dangerous, I can't name
I was born to run shit, nigga, I can't change
Made my first check, ain't buy my moms a house, ain't buy no chains
I was on some young shit, I was on some dumb shit
Niggas who I fucked with, if I call, they come quick
Niggas run up dumb shit, niggas buy my son shit
Early mornings in L.A., see me, might be with my sons
Pop out, solo, late at night, I got two guns
Bulletproof, like in the 'Raq, who gon' do somethin'? (Phew)
Fuck up fifty K in saks and it's just two of us

[Verse 4: Meek Mill]
This for my dawg, ain't get to ball this old
I think it's crazy I lost my soul before I lost my pole
I had to see if it's real, I touched him and I caught the cold
I'm watchin' his mama cry, he layin' there in a coffin frozen
This drillin' shit like all we know
Niggas ain't even cool with us, actin' like they cool with us
Shit so deep, don't even know who to trust, shit was only a few with us

[Verse 5: G Herbo]
Picked up, he got hit first, niggas beef ain't have shit to do with us
Now you hatin' on me, tryna slam me, 'cause Lamb' got slime fees
Even though I'm rich, I'm grimy, you know where to find me
All the niggas you think are behind you, I put 'em behind me
Ain't worried 'bout no niggas slimin' me, I be like five deep
Walk in the strip joint, they grab me, I smell like a dime of weed
They just love the rocks and gold
I just love I made it here, I came from lockin' and loadin' (Know that)
This for my youngin, eighteen and he lost his soul
This for my niggas older than me, ain't get to ball this old
And I put that on my soul, neck froze, heart froze, I was walkin' froze
Kevlar with some dames, we can walk with poles
Some of my niggas who got killed walkin' with the hoes
We got AR sticks, talk to the hoes
Everythin' I got legit, everywhere I'm ridin' tint
Anythin' I speak my mind 'bout, I come outside with
Think that evil I was born with, that's what I'm dyin' with

[Outro: G Herbo]
(This for my dawg, ain't get to ball this old)
(This for my dawg, ain't get to ball this old)
(This for my dawg, ain't get to ball this old)
(This for my dawg, ain't get to ball this old)