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letra de stay ballin' - lavel

[intro]
oh you motherf-ckers, haha ok
alright
yeah, uh huh
n-gga, we straight ballin’
king kong ain’t got sh-t on me!
uh, n-gga
(i’m just living and a lovin’, waiting for the moment, when you’ve got time to k!ll)
sir james b-tch, sir james b-tch, sir james b-tch
uh, we stay ballin’
“i find your lack of faith disturbing”
[verse 1]
i’m up before the sunrise first to hit the block
lil bad m-th-f-cka wit’ a pocket full of rocks
learn to throw them thangs, get my skinny little, ass kicked
and n-ggas laugh til the first, m-th-f-cka got blasted
i put the n-gga in his casket, now they coverin’ the b-st-rd in plastic
i smoke blunts on the regular, f-ck, when it count
i’m tryin’ to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce
and get ghost on the 5-0, f-ck them hoes
got a .45 screamin’ out survivor
hey n-gga can i lay low, cook some yayo
holla one time when i say, so
don’t wanna go to the pen i’m hit lenses
narcs on the n-ggas backs, missin me by, inches
they say “how do you survive weighin’ 165 in the city where the skinny n-ggas die”
tell momma don’t, cry, even when they k!ll me
they can never take the game from a real g
we stay ballin’

[interlude]
uh, there it is
diamond cutz, 2006
(i’m just living and a lovin’, waiting for the moment, when you’ve got time to k!ll)
rest in peace, true love
woo, n-gga
[chorus]
we stay ballin’, uh
you can’t f-ck wit’ a thug n-gga
stay ballin’
(i’m just living and a lovin’, waiting for the moment, when you’ve got time to k!ll)

[verse 2]
still on parole, and i’m the first n-gga servin’
pour some liquor on the curb for my n-ggas that deserve it
i wanna make a million, gotta stay dealin’
kinda boomin’ round the way, and today i make a k!llin’
dressin’ down like a villain, but only on the block
this a clever disguise, to keep me runnin’ from the cops
i’m gettin’ high, think i’ll die if i get no ends
i’m in the bucket but i’m ridin’ it like it’s a benz
i hit the street and let my music bump
drinkin’ liquor and i’m lookin’ for some hoes to f-ck
rather die makin’ money, than live poor and legal
and i’ll sling another ounce, i wish it was a kilo
i need money in a major way, time to f-ck my bee-yotch
and gettin’ paid
you was the m-th-f-cka callin, but me and my diamond cut thugs n-ggas
dog, we stay ballin’
there it is, n-gga

[chorus]
we stay ballin’
(i’m just living and a lovin’, waiting for the moment, when you’ve got time to k!ll)
stay ballin’
we stay ballin’
(i’m just living and a lovin’, waiting for the moment, when you’ve got time to k!ll)
[verse 3]
d-mned if i don’t, and d-mned if a n-gga do
so watch a young m-th-f-cka pull a trigger too
blaze up, but don’t let ’em see you cry
dry yo’ eyes young n-gga time to do or die
i keep a pistol in my pocket, ready, for the block
ain’t no time for a n-gga to even cough, sh-t
and now they seen a m-th-f-cka be pain
and point blank range, ’cause he slept on the game
ain’t a d-mn thang changed, shame that he dies
now i roll ’em if i can’t stand pain, better hold ’em
’cause ain’t no tellin’ what you might roll
you might go, catch aids from a slight cold, n-gga
you best to live your life to the fullest
you n-ggas actin’ hard gotta pistol m-th-f-cka, better
pull it, ’cause even when they k!ll me
they can never take the game from a real g
i stay ballin’
n-gga, that’s what it is
diamond cutz forever, lavel

[chorus]
i stay ballin’
(i’m just living and a lovin’, waiting for the moment, when you’ve got time to k!ll)
i stay ballin’
uh, they can’t f-ck wit’ us thug n-ggas
they stay ballin’
(i’m just living and a lovin’, waiting for the moment, when you’ve got time to k!ll)

[verse 4]
to my n-ggas in the penitentiary, loc up
like a m-th-f-cka when they mention me
’cause you f-ckin’ with the realist m-th-f-cka ever born
and once again it’s on, i’m bustin’ on these b-tches ’til they gone
who the h-ll can you get to stop me, i’m in the east side parlayin’ wit’ my posse
keep my glock c-cked n-gga ’cause they all shady
i finally made it now these jealous b-tches tryin’ to fade me
i ain’t goin’ out i’d rather blast back
i’m on the corner wit’ my n-ggas watchin’ cash stack
and i came up a long way from food stamps
and takin’ sh-t from these low-life ghetto tramps
could you blame if they swept me and i open fire
what could i do, pull a trigga watch my n-gga die
i’m representin’ to the fullest, give a devil slugs
i’m on the block slingin’ drugs with the young thugs
and m-th-f-cka we be ballin’

- lavel

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