Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stick Ball, artist - Wiki. Album song No Mountains In Manhattan, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 24.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: XL
Song language: English
Stick Ball |
| The label say that they want me |
| Tell me that they can sell me |
| I ain’t a product |
| I produce honest shit |
| Using wise guy talk and ebonics |
| Using some chronic |
| To get me to the level where i only settle for the rawest |
| The flaws what makes it flawless |
| What I see what’s recorded |
| The Gods show up in bombers |
| Whether brawling or warring |
| I’m just a bard with bars not the type that you swallow |
| The type I spit till I’m hollow |
| Ohh I’m hollow |
| I’m a long goner |
| Death seems farther |
| Put it in perspective bruh it’s right upon us |
| That’s how I always saw it |
| So even if it’s just a couple bucks coming out my wallet |
| Boy we balling |
| From the day we started |
| To the day we call it |
| Call it what you call it |
| But nah I’m not an artist |
| But I do broad strokes on broads that’s gorgeous |
| If you fuck with it bump with it till it’s boring |
| We’ll be touring coming back for more and more and |
| Coming back for more |
| I’ve seen the seas |
| The snow |
| The heat, the cold |
| Dreams untold |
| Sometimes swear man I seen it all |
| The schemes unfold with these kids |
| Reminisce playing ball with a stick |
| We the ones it ain’t honorable mention, It’s done |
| Ain’t not calling to question none |
| We pretty young to be balling and spending |
| Every dollar that enters my pocket gets swallowed and spent |
| And the rest gets balled up and sent |
| To the tall grass |
| Why can’t i make my own bread it ain’t called cash |
| Appalled at fuckers in awe like I’m off crack |
| Off bat you off track |
| Bark at you if you cough at |
| Me in some funny ass way like I ain’t saw that |
| Pardon? |
| Nah pa been all in |
| Y’all slim with your offerings |
| Your offspring are things |
| My offspring gods kings contenders |
| All things considered |
| All same type bullshit in this ball game |
| Prefer stickball, hand ball hear the wall rang |
| Y’all lames |
| Im partial to draw string bags with a spalding |
| Why you mad at my calling |
| Y’all think what y’all think |
| We gonna rap raw |
| My dog just dapped paws with a rat claw |
| Cat call |
| Shorty mad saw that it’s pat nah |
| That’s all focus on basketball |
| Get to the league |
| See me I just get me some tree |
| Sit back get me to read books see crooks |
| Make raps that need hooks |
| A&R's re look |
| Fuck all that I casually cook kicks |
| Walked from the Bronx to the Battery took trips |
| Ain’t no fucking salary need to get booked quick |
| Y’all mad at me caput quick |
| Then you smile at me like look Wik |
| You still a child b |
| You can’t be proud of me |
| You gotta be foul b |
| Yeah i see your style |
| I’ve seen the seas |
| The snow |
| The heat, the cold |
| Dreams untold |
| Sometimes swear man I seen it all |
| The schemes unfold with these kids |
| Reminisce playing ball with a stick |