Derk ChapTrz and M.C. Don - Ballin

Yea Aye! You might've seen me on the block remember I don't know you homie
Not for drugs or besides the thugs nigga I be on my lonely
Cruising the block removing the top relieve me from the extras
Protruding with knots including this watch this time intrigued the rest of us
Like who gone live the longest make it passed 23
We all passed that number outlast still plenty to see
Outkast played many of beats to tell the truth I love the sound
SouthernPlayalistic cats from the "A" sprout out the ground
And made it for the south a foundation
plus a young Chap with room for plenty of renovation
See I can't make this up way back in the cut
With creased pants went to third street swap meet and it was us
Slid to Memphis with emphasis on the shoes was untouched
They wasn't real but still paid with my own bucks
Walked around with no fucks
Chain was out untucked
Now thangs different only deadstock's on my rug

Yea Yea Yea Yea Ballin' Ballin' creased up
When I'm walking freezed up on my arms
Can't you see I'm flossin' bitch I'm Ballin' Ballin'
This ain't nothing new Ballin' Bitch
I been Ballin' what the fuck y'all gone do
Ballin' Ballin' step out never cautious bout my checks
Like bosses connecting pieces like crosses bitch I'm Ballin' Ballin'
This ain't nothing new Ballin' bitch we been Ballin' what the fuck y'all gone do
Ballin' Ballin' low key but I'm shining Ballin' off work
But still grinding Ballin' stumble but never falling bitch I'm Ballin' Ballin'
This ain't nothing new Ballin' bitch I been Ballin' what the fuck y'all gone do

First things first man fuck 2020 Ballin' like I'm Spalding
So its rest in peace to Kobe smooth and I'm lowkey
Something like Ginobili but I'm Hot like sauce in '03
So you know these niggas can't hold me
If you hating you can hold these nuts
I work for mine can't shit get took
Jay keep that nine you know it's tucked
Chap got my spine if a nigga run up
Bucks read minds ain't nobody getting snuck
Aye what's good DLo
That nigga in Japan he probably smashing Asian hoes
And we trying to be where you at
Cause living in this country starting to seem like a death trap
Cops want me dead just because my skin is jet black
Better get back cause I shoot back and don't ask me why
But if 12 kill my brother then 12 gotta die
I'm throwing 12 off the roof I always knew pigs could fly
I'm trying to live my life I'm not just trying to survive
I remember night's being so hungry I could cry
But now I know the game and I be damn if I'm deprived
So I hustle till I get it cause I ain't even got it
So when I say I'm Ballin' it's about what's in my brain nigga
Not what's in my pocket
Bitch I'm Ballin' Ballin' this ain't nothing new bitch
I been Ballin' what the fuck y'all gone do now

Written by:
Derrick Barnett, Quin McDonald

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