lil $mith - free ballin' lyrics
free ballin’
by lil $mith
excuse me while i start, on this beat i’ll hardly stop, i thought f-ck it imma let loose, lay weird eggs in this game like a goose, all hate must stop! imma call a truce, even if it don’t i will happily take the bruise, smell that success you could say i’m f-cking twisted, sick in the head and a lil bit subsistent, i’m not that shallow to chase after a rich b-tch, even if that p-ssy serviced i will crash it in a ditch, n-ggas think i got style they say i’m kitch, say you’ll do well and make your discography rich, like a banana i have the tendency to peel, how do these outsiders know just what the f-ck i feel, i could be happy or i could be cr-p like i could be white and i could be black, like a brooklyn net in this b-tch, call of duty love the glitch, i’m mobile to some silent to others, but everybody know that i am their motherf-cker, i wear a trucker trucker, to help me ducka ducka, under the weight on my shoulders, i could never look bolder, that’s how i do it make it fire make it smoulder, i entice her in with a little coaxing, and by the end her ground floor would just be soaking, heavy flow b-tch it comes gushing out fast, i don’t rap from the heart i really rap from my -ss, i got my pen and pad outta nearly disposed trash, it showed my fibre in this sh-t, go on and take another hit, f-cking nights are planned with candles and music and sh-t, i received an elbow from world peace today, harden the f-ck up how will you survive in this game, the last thing that i expect to be is the f-cked up, so imma drop the remainder of this verse like f-cking insane…
ok i lost my mind young, back when i was dumb, i throw the party of the century i expect y’all to come, in this city i will always have love for my slum, i was beheaded as one of the six , your b-tch copping bigger sh-t, in a min i’ll be crawling in your brains like lice, and this game is just by chance, two rolls of the dice, speaking of a rolls i gotta friend called antwan, he wears a white mask and i call him a phantom, funny that ain’t it, that wasn’t the same sh-t, i pack a punch in this sh-t like a kellogs crunch, 8 foot 9 foot yao ming hunch, underneath that doorway, my b-tches do foreplay, so imma smoke a blunt and crack a packet of lays, its raining outside i’ve seen better days, but not much wetter cause i’d be making pay, in the dark days of slaves i’m the one that does the lynching, and imma f-ck this world hard, some say 12 inches, if that show said no i will be f-cking devastated, star walk of fame where you will get celebritated, treated like a star that has come so far, that b-tch f-cks real loud some would say like rawr!, i will take your -ss on a guided f-cking tour, krips b-tch on cribs, show you round her house where she do all of her ghetto sh-t, russian roulette with a full clip this could spell trouble, this rap games flimsy i will burst that bubble, of is the bomb i long to be part of them, cause if i am i’ll sh-t on other rappers, r-t-rding them!
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