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-хоп
Date 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 |