Forever Ballin

(专辑： Demon & Mufasa - 2020)

(Ayy X this motherfucka slap)
(Westside)

[DaBoii:]
Bitch still balling bip Tu, rip Pac
A nigga take my bitch then I gotta give props
Whole gang full of maids how we carry big mops
Keep that stock 17 for lil' bro Rick Fox
And you be selling bitches dreams just to take off the drawls
She let me fuck without those dreams though she hate her a dog
No time to kick it with you bums rather hang with a boss
Glock got a stick? Mine's too nigga play me in golf
And I'll slide down your block with not a worry nigga
You unworthy niggas, chop with me, get to purging niggas
He ain't got no rhythm, up that hammer he gon' jerk with niggas
Deep end, have you sleeping with them sturgeon nigga
And fuck a diss song what's really the real?
What I tote up in this Glock you really could feel
Between the opps and the Feds, it's hard to figure out
I ain't responding to no bust my shooters giving clout
And thank God for your bitch the way she's giving mouth
Soon as I bust she grab her purse, ain't gotta kick her out
I don't follow footsteps I took a different route
And even though I'm in my bag, I'm in your bitch account
Opps want me in prison boy that gotta be tempting
My life don't want me to live it
I ask the Lord for forgiveness
Pushing me to the limit, by time they give me a sentence
I told the judge, "Is you kidding"?
Heaven hope I attend it
And Lord you can take me out before they give me life
A young black man out that womb I had no civil rights
Your jeans ain't falling while you toting then that pistol light
And I went from school, to skipping class but now I'm skipping flights
Porch wars, make niggas give it up if we get hit on dice
Tryna change my sound but when I do they taking bigger bites
Act like a nigga, get treated like one, we trip on dice
When you see me in that building then your bitch hold tight
I be cutting niggas off like I'm Kimbo Slice
I be gigging like I'm 50 on a disco heist
Bling, bling, that's the chain yeah disco lights
Handout for what? "Lol" you can't no five
Or have five, you a bitch, here's a tampon
Say he looking for me? Yeah right 'til that K slide
Want the address? I'm in the clouds yeah I'm that high
You ready or not? Get in this whip, yeah don't ask why
Monkey laugh off that Heen thing, hee, whoo, ha
Taking pics in the hood when you just roll by
Why I'm walking with this limp? That's a big ol' knot
And you gon' wish you put in work when we get your spot
We taking over everything and that's on gang
Who slid on who? I don't know nigga, no names
Ho games, what these niggas play swerving both lanes
Young wild niggas, can't tame and you won't tame, bitch

[Yhung T.O.:]
My brother died, my uncle died, I cried and I cried
If I said I left the streets, I lied and I lied
Bitch I'm thugging 'til I die, ready to die
'Cause I'd rather be in heaven then hell and alive
Got her steady on this bitch, want smoke? Come and try me
All you niggas smoke is Reggie, Whitney and Bobby
All my niggas got bodies, murders and homi's
Nigga you a dead man walking, you walking with zombies
No I'm finna kill that nigga still don't carry the mask
'Cause if the police pull behind me I'm hitting the dash
Niggas thinking I'ma fail I sit back and laugh
I'll hop out this bitch rolling 'fore I sit and crash
Remember going too ways on a 32
Niggas saying who they seen but don't never shoot
Either you sliding or you dying so pack you a tool
If you ain't ready for that field then pack up and move
A lot of pain up in my body, I'm playing it cool
Last night I spazzed out start acting a fool
When that Henny in my system got nothing to lose
Catch a nigga in them jets he making the news
Still married to the streets, pending divorce
Too many skits up in that Hemi I'm copping a Porsche
Put this Glock up in your hand don't shoot, you a dork
Catch a body for the gang we pay for the court
Niggas knowing you a bitch if you don't slide back
Lot of cameras and police where they be hiding at
All that typing you be doing stand behind that
Same place you sent it at is where you dying at
Nigga steady off them drugs lacking in the field
You know them niggas want you dead you still don't care to kill
Either you thugging in that field or you living in fear
All that want Vallejo shit ain't one to appear
'Cause if a nigga in his section we leaving 'em there
Fuck the cops, fuck the opps, simple and clear
Catch you lacking with your mans we killing in pairs
See the devil in my eyes when I look in the mirror
Feeling like I still fail when I try
So I'm riding with this .45 right up on my side, on God
If it's time niggas knowing I'ma slide
I'm a victim of the ghetto, I'm a product of design
They put stress up in the hood and hope every nigga die
They put drugs in the hood and we still getting high
How the pain supposed to heal when my brother got killed?
So I'm sliding for a purpose when I'm gliding in the field
It's a favor for a favor, eye for an eye
It's a Glock with a pole, try me and die
You got the books you got the streets, school and slide
It's a life for a life, yours or mine
And when you dissing on them songs you playing with fire
Niggas talk like they slide and they never gon' slide
And when you put that on God you playing with God
And we consider every opp better dead than alive