Black Cats Society - Ballin Freestyle Lyrics

Now we up and we don't trip no more Got the whole scene meeting, we don't lift
No more But I'ma call that girl over if I bang her
At my house Somebody kick her out and I'ma have to
Close that door We started posting it in Traction, gotta

Add it Try to get it divided, it's coming fraction
RIP my lil homie, we call him Quackson I make sure when I blow up, I gotta get you
A bad bitch Oh hell no, that bitch tryna rip me off just
Like some Velcro I make sure I'm at the top just like a king

But I ain't talking bout no African, I'm feeling like I'm Ezro
I feel like that, I'm really wanting this to last long
But I got a couple struggles, I know they won't last long
But mentally I know that I was really built for it

But I don't got nothing right now so I'ma stay strong
Yeah, I know I'ma raise the king in a fight Top down on me and I'ma make it spark just
Like a light Yeah, I know that they don't wanna acknowledge
That I'm a prodigy And if you doubted me, I don't want no apology

I don't understand why these niggas wanna talk
I don't understand why that bitch want my tux
That nigga wanna run up to me really for the fight
Got a smile on my face, lil nigga, feel like All Might

Cause I don't understand, I don't understand Cause chopper hit your body, why
Cause it can Cause I don't need you in my life, lil bitch
You in the past tense Son of a king, lil bitch, I'm a damn prince
If you wanna run up, that lil nigga finna go

Cause these niggas is on fast, they really tryna steal my flow
Cause I don't want the pussy, lil bitch, I want the throat
Rest in peace to Jason, lil homie, cause that's the code
Ayy, hurry, pay the check, my nigga, promise we gon' make it

If a nigga wanna work, I got a hoes, they finna shut up
I be making the sketches, I got some coons that'll smite up
Got some birdies in this block, bitch, I up and let them fly up
On a daily, I be telling my mama that I'ma make it

Homies being real sick, cause that nigga never fake it
Only wearing real shit, pussy niggas never take it
I hear that Pussy Clyde beating it up like I'm Japan
Why the f*ck they tryna argue with me, bothering me

They on a whole different level than me, better than Hux
I see y'all niggas following trees, waiting to see
Now I'm feeling way better, those are thoughts I had to free
I'm tryna feed all my family out the f*cking gut

I wanna see these niggas rich and healthy, never see them struggling
We moving to areas, hella bougie, always out to trouble
We moving to areas, hella bougie, always out to trouble
Don't mess with me and my peoples, I'll leave your ass flatty

Ten niggas leave some blood on the carpet, like yo ass Aladdin
Yeah, nigga, we flush your crib like it was a red carpet
Don't try to mess with my people, like nigga, look who started
I don't play with my money, bitch, I don't play games

I'm tryna see my niggas rich and rockin' plain chains
I love to see my people happy all on the same day
Sad days when I get hella rich and buy us matching chains
Yeah, nigga, after this, I gotta pass the feets

Shout out to parents of black cats that couldn't master
I'm strong to love, to all my people, never do crimes
I gotta make sure my people is never down, you better up your feet
Shit, for every sin, the devil started to grin

In the end, I let him win, so I must make amends
This a lonely road I walk, I don't follow trends
You gon' see a exit wound where those hollows end
It's the time now, there ain't no stopping us

Creep behind the scenes, I'm the phantom of the opera
Kick back, got my head swinging like a Rasta
My lil' nigga used to trap about the Mazda
I'm still screaming, f*ck them niggas, and that's till this day

Rest in peace to fallen soldiers, man, long live Zay
If I gotta play the monster, man, f*ck what they say
Walk them down, up the shit, and I make them pray
Shit, that's a whisper in the wind

Ever since a youngin', I've been ill with the pen
Black cats tryna turn a dub to an M
Just sit on the sidelines and watch my niggas win
Damn, now we up and we don't trip no more

Got the whole team eating, we don't lift no more
But I'ma call that girl Uber, if I bang her out my house
I'm about to kick her out and I may have to close that door
We started posting, getting traction, gotta add it

Try to get it divided, it's kinda fractional
R.I.P. my lil' homie, we call him Quacks
And I make sure when I blow up, I gotta get you a bad bitch
As a kid, I was just rapping, had like no name

But they gon' know me when I blow up, that's a sad thing
And now my team just got some chains up on they neck
So when we walk up in the club, they be like
Oh God, that's the real thing