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ball forever - est gee lyrics

[verse 1]
i done been a foot soldier, general, and a businessman
show you how to make a hunnid gs being a middle man
unicorn, a street n*gga who rap ’bout what he really did
n*ggas talk but never slid, can’t catch him, we get his friend
n*ggas wake up smoke and f*ck they b*tch and play the internet
telling y’all a different story, we know what it really is
shame these n*ggas lame, live with they b*tch and don’t take care they kids
hating don’t even phase me, i was trappin’ getting shipments in
i just got the low from yo’ lil’ ho, i’m finna sеnd ’em in
my lil’ n*ggas navy seals, i ain’t need no label deal
i ain’t makе no money off my music, i got paper still
why i can’t quit takin’ pills? ease yo’ mind when makin’ k!lls
opp n*ggas hear my voice and heard that noise, i know it gave ’em chills
just a coach, you play the field, i motivate the streets for real

[hook]
don’t throw it up if you don’t bang for it
gang culture, started with my bloods and take the blame for it
blood diamonds on me, i paid pain for it
cold nights, ‘bos of ice, don’t ask me what i’m paying for it
ask bae, see if i love you, you can know whatever
i sold my soul back in september, we gone ball forever
i passed that load out to my n*ggas, we gone ball forever
i made a promise not to play if we couldn’t ball together
[verse 2]
if i quit rap, i still got a whole house i can serve out
i’m the team captain, spinnin’ for it, however it turn out
waterboys hit all y’all wh0res, sweating this perc out
i was really tryna get to know her first, but it ain’t work out
riding filthy with a clean gloss, singing to the lord
devil calling, i don’t hit ignore
i’m like ‘what you doing, tryna score?’
just make sure you sure that you wanna do it
only one of us gone make it out alive to tell the story
if we let you over here with us then you can never switch sides
fat boy hit a drift slide, out the window lettin’ that stick ride
i’ma give em all blues for you like we got crip ties
he knew he was wrong, when i caught on he tried to d*ck ride
forty on the opp, we call him shawn kemp
feds pick up my folder, i ain’t folding n*gga, free lil’ wem
rappers can’t compare theyself to me if they ain’t sold a brick
i hung out windows comfy with that stick, it got a shoulder grip

- est gee lyrics

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