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ball like - cold blood lyrics

hook 2x
i wanna ball like michael
ball like kobe
ball like kd
ball till they know me

verse 1 (wasabi)
i wanna ball around the globe
world tour, bobbing heads, stepping to and fro
fast or slow flow i’m giving you the feels
you know the deal, i’m all about keeping it real
people used to squeal on me now they acting all genteel
kneeling at my feet
i’m feeling like a freak cuz people shriek every time i speak
used to be that laid back kid now i’m all up in your collection of antiques
broke out the cage now i’m breaking out the stage
stepping on a microphone when i step in a rage
tearing up a verse when i tear up the page
better than half of these rappers and i’m half their age

hook

verse 2 (king q)
i picked up the game of ball when i was about thirteen years old
i fell in love with the sport it was my best friend
are you serious, do you think you’ll actually make the team?
this was what i was told by some -ssh0l-s
who had no soul or true love for the game
they just did it for show and make some dough
but me what i wanted to be was the best of my time
like russell, kareem, mj, and clyde
but i was skinny, short, and i did not get the ball
even though i practiced hard i guess it wasn’t enough
but i had to get tough
and train even more until i fell to the floor
cause i watched these stars on tv
they just made it look so easy
whenever i shot a three i thought of stephen curry
his shot is the definition of easy money
whenever i dribbled i thought ai
the master of the cross
king of handles
and i like him i could not take a loss
i felt like it was always my fault
even if i didn’t play
i stayed outside at night and worked on my layup
i didn’t have time for all that other bull sh-t like when people talk about their bae
“bruh, you need some -ss man. bruh, i ate p-ssy for dinner”
bruh suck a d-ck
bruh don’t mess with my clique
anyway back to the subject
i had perfected my shot i was on fire
but the next day i headed back to the court
and i threw up bricks like the other day didn’t happen
i went home and turned on the game to watch my sport
melo with the j, cp3 with dime
d-mn why can’t i ball like that?

hook

- cold blood lyrics

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