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Balling So Hard
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Balling so hard
let me take my shots
These burning words
are smoking hot
These poaching roaches
still claiming God's spot
OK Golden Locks
open your bag
let's see what you got
These action figures,
Soft cookie rookies
drinking that plastic liquor,
Narcissistic and materialistic
So characteristic
Feed the dog
his Master's biscuits
You can kiss these frogs
but be realistic
These clowns aren't the king of wit
with those ill faded spirits
composing those lazy lyrics
How could these puppets be legit
Balling so hard
in this practice drill
These toy soldiers
just aren't real
with that weak tin
and counterfeit steel
These pocket pigeons have no skills
with their dark vision of true logistics
They're willing to risk it
for a triscuit
and a hell-bound deal
There goes that stare...
Boy if look could kill
They're still dazed and ill-equipped
feeble and weak
They've been snipped, no more thrills
Hold'em to the flames
and melt away their fame,
Not mines, God's will
Come hard
or don't come at all
Y'all got that lame game
so don't come or call
Balling so hard
playing all positions with this peel
It's my ambition
to fulfill this mission
and collect on this bill
And I refuse to yield
to these bottom feeders' will
They can't phrase me
They can't raise me
They don't amaze me
with these padded statistics
That's on the real
Saying they'll go gorilla
OK ape, this show is free
I'm gonna let the thriller in Manila
shape your fate then let it be
Alright Whodini,
Let's see your great escape...
Took his cape
I'm doing this for a blind fee
Copyrights 2011
Robert Anthony James
Balling so hard
let me take my shots
These burning words
are smoking hot
These poaching roaches
still claiming God's spot
OK Golden Locks
open your bag
let's see what you got
These action figures,
Soft cookie rookies
drinking that plastic liquor,
Narcissistic and materialistic
So characteristic
Feed the dog
his Master's biscuits
You can kiss these frogs
but be realistic
These clowns aren't the king of wit
with those ill faded spirits
composing those lazy lyrics
How could these puppets be legit
Balling so hard
in this practice drill
These toy soldiers
just aren't real
with that weak tin
and counterfeit steel
These pocket pigeons have no skills
with their dark vision of true logistics
They're willing to risk it
for a triscuit
and a hell-bound deal
There goes that stare...
Boy if look could kill
They're still dazed and ill-equipped
feeble and weak
They've been snipped, no more thrills
Hold'em to the flames
and melt away their fame,
Not mines, God's will
Come hard
or don't come at all
Y'all got that lame game
so don't come or call
Balling so hard
playing all positions with this peel
It's my ambition
to fulfill this mission
and collect on this bill
And I refuse to yield
to these bottom feeders' will
They can't phrase me
They can't raise me
They don't amaze me
with these padded statistics
That's on the real
Saying they'll go gorilla
OK ape, this show is free
I'm gonna let the thriller in Manila
shape your fate then let it be
Alright Whodini,
Let's see your great escape...
Took his cape
I'm doing this for a blind fee
Copyrights 2011
Robert Anthony James
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