Ball Player

[Intro]
(You know this beat is worth a fucking kilo)
(Trademark)
Yeah

[Chorus]
I'm a ball player
Feel like Shaq and Kobe Bean on the Lakers
It's all fun, baby, peewee going major
Ridin' through LA, I 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 hate us
I see you fake, you should come with a disclaimer
Lil' bro, get off your ass and go get your ass some paper (Yeah)
Motherfucker, I am a rager
Collin Sexton mood, I'm Young Bull, it's gettin' dangerous (Gang)
Baby, this shit'll never change us
My new house so big, I can't see the fuckin' neighbors
Ah, yeah, ghetto niggas making it major
Ah, yeah, tell that nigga he gotta pay up
Ah, yeah, shorty said this shit like a layup
Ah, yeah, tell my mama we on the way up (Ooh-oh)

[Verse]
Ayy, pick up the phone, we need to talk already
Tell my mama we gon' ball already, yeah, woah, woah, woah
Kill my superstitions, I need some restrictions, girl, you know that hurt my soul (And I made another one, baby, yeah, 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, on some jealous shit
Got a hole inside of my heart, it's so large, y'all gotta come 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 wrong, no, I ain't villainous
This world is not my home, it's filled with wickedness
And I've been so low, it's ridiculous
I can barely use my words, 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"
"And just promise if you do it, you do it and keep your diligence"
"And your head stay solid, little nigga, your family militant"
Oh, if I don't go right, then I'ma go left
I swear I'll never change, I'm lil' Daij, I'm unimpressed
You don't like the way I move and shit, I wish that was expressed
Should've called back on my phone when I wish that was addressed
Hard body, smooth move, 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 can't feel, I can't feel
They're moving all around, they can't seem to stay still
But my energy's so low, 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
Dej Loaf in my blood, I hope a nigga try me
And everybody the same, that mean the world save me
Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em
Lil' bro need a way, he finna go and ho something
I told him use the plan B, but he don't know, I can't tell him
He said get rich or die trying, I can't even blame the old fella
He can't even hang with the guys, so he had to propel 'em
They can't even open they eyes 'cause these streets, shit compel 'em
They been out trappin' for days, working hard, you gon' smell 'em
Mmm, mmm, mmm, who the fuck gon' tell 'em?
That ain't the way to live, my nigga, move right and stay mellow
Wait, I can't trust a soul, you couldn't save me
My family did me dirty, how the fuck you finna fake me?
Ayy, beat his ass for talking, wait, put his ass on Say Cheese
Your heart is split in two, mine too, girl, come and trade me
Bless me, I'm messy, yeah, you can never blame me
I'm feeling sentimental, ain't nobody try to save me
Now I'm swerving in that Lambo, wait, this shit getting spacey
And my chopper gettin' nasty, let me 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, I did 'em filthy
I've been trippin' 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

[Chorus]
I'm a ball player
Feel like Shaq and Kobe Bean on the Lakers
It's all fun, baby, peewee going major
Ridin' through LA, I 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 hate us
I see you fake, you should come with a disclaimer
Lil' bro, get off your ass and go get your ass some paper (Yeah)
Motherfucker, I am a rager
Collin Sexton mood, I'm Young Bull, it's gettin' dangerous (Gang)
Baby, this shit'll never change us
My new house so big, I can't see the fuckin' neighbors
Ah, yeah, ghetto niggas making it major
Ah, yeah, tell that nigga he gotta pay up
Ah, yeah, shorty said this shit like a layup
Ah, yeah, tell my mama we on the way up

[Outro]
Hi, baby, it's your mommy calling you
Just calling to see what you were doing, I know you probably
At the studio or still sleeping
Just wanted you to know, baby, that I'm so very, very proud of you
And all that you 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 Zach, I'm on this voice-mail, he's not answering
Call me when you get up and do not be speeding