In The Life Of A Baller, Two-Hand Hanger Dunk Caller

[Chorus]
In the life of a baller, shot-caller, hater staller
In the life of a baller, shot-caller, hater staller
In the life of a baller, shot-caller, hater staller
In the life of a baller, shot-caller, hater staller

[Verse 1]
I wake up about eleven o'clock
Roll through the hood with the Glock cocked
Ready to pop on a busta
If he wanna test me out, he's a dead ass sucka
Get me somethin' to eat
It's almost twelve and I'm ridin' one deep
Ballin' all through the hood
Paper lookin' lovely, and it's all good
I step out of my ride to get a feel of the asphalt
Haters agg', and it's all they fault
Upset that I'm grindin'
Stangin', and hangin', and major shinin'
But that's the way life goes
And forever, I'm gone be clownin' for sho'
So haters, don't holler back
'Cause all you gon' see is that drop-top 'Lac

[Chorus]
In the life of a baller, shot-caller, hater staller
In the life of a baller, shot-caller, hater staller
In the life of a baller, shot-caller, hater staller
In the life of a baller, shot-caller, hater staller

[Verse 2]
Now, it's the afternoon
Sippin', leaned back and bumpin' tunes
Too stern while I holler at gals
Tryin' to see which one gon' be my new pal
My game enhanced from swervin' on top
Cap back as I move, and I win non-stop
Boys froze up, lookin' stunned for real
Man, this right here is chill
Boys sick when they see me ridin' by
Lookin' like they wanna smoke me, and I know why
Chrome spinners that slice 'em fast
Light burnin' your eyes as I go past
System boomin' out of my load
So hard, cars that drive by damn-near explode
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
I'm deep in the game, callin' out shots

[Chorus]
In the life of a baller, shot-caller, hater staller
In the life of a baller, shot-caller, hater staller
In the life of a baller, shot-caller, hater staller
In the life of a baller, shot-caller, hater staller