will I ball
by Robert Myers
Lyrics
will I ball in these streets or fall dead to my feet I got my mind thinking throwed with my hand on my heat I learned the rules to the streets you got to hustle to shine staying in the mix busting down bricks like a 9 to 5 I suggest you watch your mouth cause these snitches around
have them niggas with guns and your door on the ground from all that capping and bragging take my warning and hush we proceed with red beams and niggas heads we bust tie you up with duck tape then we empty your stash burned off with a black bag black jag with black mask you feeling the heat you too close to the kitchen me and my niggas sipping and grain gripping