BL Lucky - Ballin

Yeah
Whoa
Lucky
Yeah
Whoa
I spread myself thin for grown men too often
I spread myself thin for grown men too often
With no appreciation or dedication for profits
I thought that I was helping I couldn't predict them loses
I cut them leeches off surrounded myself with bosses
Now I'm Ballin'
Lavar Ballin'
Mello Ballin'
Bron Ballin'
My team Ballin'
Sponsored by Spaulding
Now I'm Ballin'
Lavar Ballin'
Mello Ballin'
Bron Ballin'
My team Ballin'
Sponsored by Spaulding
All them trips that I took losing was moving backwards
Oscar's only trophies niggas get cuz they some actors
Getting cheese all in Green Bay you know we packing
Every nigga in the band having ain't never lacking
Drop drum Major I'm just warming up this shit for practice
Every tape gone be a home run that's if we batting Whoa
I rock leathers feel like feathers and hire felons
Like 8 specials, they shell catchers if I feel threatened
I'm boss talking no moon walking they feel my presence
They in the present with no future won't pass go
I'm in the section where niggas stretching and selling blow
Slim Soulja's and BG's a cut ya throat
My trap slamming in 8 trenches bitch I'm the goat
I sell pressure and get ghost in designer coats
FedEx trucks be pulling up with bags and bricks
Before I beg for shit ima go serve nicks
A millionaire from the trench and I still serve Vicks
Ain't going back to the bottom I still a pull a trick
I spread myself thin for grown men too often
With no appreciation or dedication for profits
I thought that I was helping I couldn't predict them loses
I cut them leeches off surrounded myself with bosses
Now I'm Ballin'
Lavar Ballin'
Mello Ballin' Bron Ballin'
My team Ballin'
Sponsored by Spaulding
Now I'm Ballin'
Lavar Ballin'
Mello Ballin' Bron Ballin'
My team Ballin'
Sponsored by Spaulding

Written by:
DSHON EARLY

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