Big ballin' ass nigga put my jersey in the rafters
You won't catch me up in traffic, cause my car faster
A nigga shooter get dropped, then it's black lives matter
He was talkin' like he gangsta
I don't know what happened
Good ain't good to the greats
Real ain't never been real to the fake
Rookies gotta learn from the veterans play
He wasn't into all that, what his family a say
I seen niggas that's tied in get tied up
Real talk, I'm only like 150, come try something
I specialize in opp dropping and safe hunting
I take my payments all 50s, I don't want no 100s
Niggas in my business I can't really work like that
Being broke is not gangsta bro, it don't work like that
24 hour grave shifts, I had to work like that
Turned nothing to something, I really worked like that
You in the nosebleeds, can you see from them seats
You couldn't walk a yard in my cleats
I wouldn't drive a mile in your jeep
I still give receipts if you keep it discrete
If you try to return, then you ain't get it from me
That is not ballin' if you driving a lease
You is not a boss if you got bosses to me
I was born a boss
The only boss that I see
Impeccable, everything I do is exceptional
Niggas rich on the net, sleeping on a sectional
I only needed one shot, I never ain't have a second go
I card two straps, carry no more second pole
And I don't even got a license for those
Niggas wearing purses and they grandmama clothes
First it's they hands, next they (goin' be) painting they toes
Yeah I rap, but l'm not rap nigga, it shows
Born Hall of Famer, main eventor, see it in my baby pictures All anger, built for danger, crazy as the days of Hitler
Old enough to resist the urge to blaze you niggas But bold enough to snuff your your daughter and the babysitter
Boy don't f*ck with cuss
Some of y'all be on my nuts so tough, I can't use a urinal, I can't
Move
Feeling territorial, a dominant villain I can see the editorial and ominous killin'
Like a Oreo, twist you in half, take the cream
Fred Krueger when I skewer yo ass, this ain't a dream
I'm Hakeem Olajuwon with the shit selection
That's when I put the knife away and pick the pistol up for my protection
My weapons for carrying when traveling lanes
Roll over scary niggas then I battle the brave
I'm depraved, shit maniacal, cite a couple Bible quotes
Then I don't pick the victim
I just Eenie Meeny Miny Moe
I'm the G.O.A.T, gods opp, actual terrorist
Going for your throat nonstop, at you nefarious
I'm on till you carried by six pussy niggas that I'm killin' soon
Ted, Smurf, the twins, Kurt and that nigga June
Tell the devil see him soon, I'm taking over his run, finished the nigga doomed
I love winnin', don't care enough to want to see you lose nothing Don't give a f*ck if you fool suffering
I'm Big Ballin' bitch
Big ballin' ass nigga put my jersey in the rafters
You won't catch me up in traffic, Cause I go faster
A nigga shooter get dropped, then it's black lives matter
He was talkin' like he gangsta
I don't know what happened
Good ain't good to the greats
Real ain't never real to the fake
Rookies gotta learn from the veteran play
He wasn't into all that, what his family a say
Impeccable, everything I do is exceptional
Niggas rich on the net, sleeping on a sectional
I only needed one shot, I never ain't have a second go
I card two straps, carry no more second pole
And I don't even got a license for those
Niggas wearing purses and they grandmama clothes
First it's they hands, next they goin' be painting they toes
Yeah I rap, but l'm not rap nigga, it shows
Coke
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Big ballin' ass nigga put my jersey in the rafters
You won't catch me up in traffic, cause my car faster
A nigga shooter get dropped, then it's black lives matter
He was talkin' like he gangsta
I don't know what happened
Good ain't good to the greats
Real ain't never been real to the fake
Rookies gotta learn from the veterans play
He wasn't into all that, what his family a say
I seen niggas that's tied in get tied up
Real talk, I'm only like 150, come try something
I specialize in opp dropping and safe hunting
I take my payments all 50s, I don't want no 100s
Niggas in my business I can't really work like that
Being broke is not gangsta bro, it don't work like that
24 hour grave shifts, I had to work like that
Turned nothing to something, I really worked like that
You in the nosebleeds, can you see from them seats
You couldn't walk a yard in my cleats
I wouldn't drive a mile in your jeep
I still give receipts if you keep it discrete
If you try to return, then you ain't get it from me
That is not ballin' if you driving a lease
You is not a boss if you got bosses to me
I was born a boss
The only boss that I see
Impeccable, everything I do is exceptional
Niggas rich on the net, sleeping on a sectional
I only needed one shot, I never ain't have a second go
I card two straps, carry no more second pole
And I don't even got a license for those
Niggas wearing purses and they grandmama clothes
First it's they hands, next they (goin' be) painting they toes
Yeah I rap, but l'm not rap nigga, it shows
Born Hall of Famer, main eventor, see it in my baby pictures All anger, built for danger, crazy as the days of Hitler
Old enough to resist the urge to blaze you niggas But bold enough to snuff your your daughter and the babysitter
Boy don't f*ck with cuss
Some of y'all be on my nuts so tough, I can't use a urinal, I can't
Move
Feeling territorial, a dominant villain I can see the editorial and ominous killin'
Like a Oreo, twist you in half, take the cream
Fred Krueger when I skewer yo ass, this ain't a dream
I'm Hakeem Olajuwon with the shit selection
That's when I put the knife away and pick the pistol up for my protection
My weapons for carrying when traveling lanes
Roll over scary niggas then I battle the brave
I'm depraved, shit maniacal, cite a couple Bible quotes
Then I don't pick the victim
I just Eenie Meeny Miny Moe
I'm the G.O.A.T, gods opp, actual terrorist
Going for your throat nonstop, at you nefarious
I'm on till you carried by six pussy niggas that I'm killin' soon
Ted, Smurf, the twins, Kurt and that nigga June
Tell the devil see him soon, I'm taking over his run, finished the nigga doomed
I love winnin', don't care enough to want to see you lose nothing Don't give a f*ck if you fool suffering
I'm Big Ballin' bitch
Big ballin' ass nigga put my jersey in the rafters
You won't catch me up in traffic, Cause I go faster
A nigga shooter get dropped, then it's black lives matter
He was talkin' like he gangsta
I don't know what happened
Good ain't good to the greats
Real ain't never real to the fake
Rookies gotta learn from the veteran play
He wasn't into all that, what his family a say
Impeccable, everything I do is exceptional
Niggas rich on the net, sleeping on a sectional
I only needed one shot, I never ain't have a second go
I card two straps, carry no more second pole
And I don't even got a license for those
Niggas wearing purses and they grandmama clothes
First it's they hands, next they goin' be painting they toes
Yeah I rap, but l'm not rap nigga, it shows
Coke
You won't catch me up in traffic, cause my car faster
A nigga shooter get dropped, then it's black lives matter
He was talkin' like he gangsta
I don't know what happened
Good ain't good to the greats
Real ain't never been real to the fake
Rookies gotta learn from the veterans play
He wasn't into all that, what his family a say
I seen niggas that's tied in get tied up
Real talk, I'm only like 150, come try something
I specialize in opp dropping and safe hunting
I take my payments all 50s, I don't want no 100s
Niggas in my business I can't really work like that
Being broke is not gangsta bro, it don't work like that
24 hour grave shifts, I had to work like that
Turned nothing to something, I really worked like that
You in the nosebleeds, can you see from them seats
You couldn't walk a yard in my cleats
I wouldn't drive a mile in your jeep
I still give receipts if you keep it discrete
If you try to return, then you ain't get it from me
That is not ballin' if you driving a lease
You is not a boss if you got bosses to me
I was born a boss
The only boss that I see
Impeccable, everything I do is exceptional
Niggas rich on the net, sleeping on a sectional
I only needed one shot, I never ain't have a second go
I card two straps, carry no more second pole
And I don't even got a license for those
Niggas wearing purses and they grandmama clothes
First it's they hands, next they (goin' be) painting they toes
Yeah I rap, but l'm not rap nigga, it shows
Born Hall of Famer, main eventor, see it in my baby pictures All anger, built for danger, crazy as the days of Hitler
Old enough to resist the urge to blaze you niggas But bold enough to snuff your your daughter and the babysitter
Boy don't f*ck with cuss
Some of y'all be on my nuts so tough, I can't use a urinal, I can't
Move
Feeling territorial, a dominant villain I can see the editorial and ominous killin'
Like a Oreo, twist you in half, take the cream
Fred Krueger when I skewer yo ass, this ain't a dream
I'm Hakeem Olajuwon with the shit selection
That's when I put the knife away and pick the pistol up for my protection
My weapons for carrying when traveling lanes
Roll over scary niggas then I battle the brave
I'm depraved, shit maniacal, cite a couple Bible quotes
Then I don't pick the victim
I just Eenie Meeny Miny Moe
I'm the G.O.A.T, gods opp, actual terrorist
Going for your throat nonstop, at you nefarious
I'm on till you carried by six pussy niggas that I'm killin' soon
Ted, Smurf, the twins, Kurt and that nigga June
Tell the devil see him soon, I'm taking over his run, finished the nigga doomed
I love winnin', don't care enough to want to see you lose nothing Don't give a f*ck if you fool suffering
I'm Big Ballin' bitch
Big ballin' ass nigga put my jersey in the rafters
You won't catch me up in traffic, Cause I go faster
A nigga shooter get dropped, then it's black lives matter
He was talkin' like he gangsta
I don't know what happened
Good ain't good to the greats
Real ain't never real to the fake
Rookies gotta learn from the veteran play
He wasn't into all that, what his family a say
Impeccable, everything I do is exceptional
Niggas rich on the net, sleeping on a sectional
I only needed one shot, I never ain't have a second go
I card two straps, carry no more second pole
And I don't even got a license for those
Niggas wearing purses and they grandmama clothes
First it's they hands, next they goin' be painting they toes
Yeah I rap, but l'm not rap nigga, it shows
Coke
Writer: Robert Jackson, Phillip Jordan
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid