| The label say that they want me
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| Tell me that they can sell me
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| I ain’t a product
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| I produce honest shit
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| Using wise guy talk and ebonics
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| Using some chronic
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| To get me to the level where i only settle for the rawest
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| The flaws what makes it flawless
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| What I see what’s recorded
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| The Gods show up in bombers
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| Whether brawling or warring
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| I’m just a bard with bars not the type that you swallow
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| The type I spit till I’m hollow
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| Ohh I’m hollow
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| I’m a long goner
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| Death seems farther
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| Put it in perspective bruh it’s right upon us
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| That’s how I always saw it
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| So even if it’s just a couple bucks coming out my wallet
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| Boy we balling
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| From the day we started
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| To the day we call it
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| Call it what you call it
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| But nah I’m not an artist
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| But I do broad strokes on broads that’s gorgeous
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| If you fuck with it bump with it till it’s boring
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| We’ll be touring coming back for more and more and
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| Coming back for more
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| I’ve seen the seas
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| The snow
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| The heat, the cold
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| Dreams untold
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| Sometimes swear man I seen it all
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| The schemes unfold with these kids
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| Reminisce playing ball with a stick
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| We the ones it ain’t honorable mention, It’s done
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| Ain’t not calling to question none
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| We pretty young to be balling and spending
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| Every dollar that enters my pocket gets swallowed and spent
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| And the rest gets balled up and sent
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| To the tall grass
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| Why can’t i make my own bread it ain’t called cash
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| Appalled at fuckers in awe like I’m off crack
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| Off bat you off track
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| Bark at you if you cough at
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| Me in some funny ass way like I ain’t saw that
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| Pardon?
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| Nah pa been all in
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| Y’all slim with your offerings
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| Your offspring are things
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| My offspring gods kings contenders
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| All things considered
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| All same type bullshit in this ball game
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| Prefer stickball, hand ball hear the wall rang
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| Y’all lames
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| Im partial to draw string bags with a spalding
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| Why you mad at my calling
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| Y’all think what y’all think
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| We gonna rap raw
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| My dog just dapped paws with a rat claw
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| Cat call
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| Shorty mad saw that it’s pat nah
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| That’s all focus on basketball
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| Get to the league
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| See me I just get me some tree
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| Sit back get me to read books see crooks
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| Make raps that need hooks
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| A&R's re look
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| Fuck all that I casually cook kicks
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| Walked from the Bronx to the Battery took trips
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| Ain’t no fucking salary need to get booked quick
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| Y’all mad at me caput quick
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| Then you smile at me like look Wik
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| You still a child b
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| You can’t be proud of me
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| You gotta be foul b
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| Yeah i see your style
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| I’ve seen the seas
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| The snow
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| The heat, the cold
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| Dreams untold
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| Sometimes swear man I seen it all
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| The schemes unfold with these kids
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| Reminisce playing ball with a stick |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stick Ball , by - Wiki. Song from the album No Mountains In Manhattan, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп