
Date of issue: 10.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
We Ball |
I remember it like yesterday ancestors came upon me |
I ain’t wanna change man they damn near had to force me |
Do you know how hard it was to get em to support me |
Strangers be like family, my own family ain’t support me |
Now everyday we ball, at least that’s how it’s seeming |
But how when this money ain’t worth shit or got no meaning |
Brush burns from that pistol i couldn’t leave without it |
Remy mixed with that lean i couldn’t drink without it |
My mother brought me in this world but imma leave without her |
I grew up without my parents I don’t even think about them |
Got separated from my brother I couldn’t sleep without em |
Trapping out the banded houses I was sleeping out em |
I swear the streets was all I had I was eating out them |
Nightmares about the feds I was dreaming bout em |
Got used to dying in my sleep I used to dream about it |
I almost died in the streets and that’s the thing about it |
Should I take my own life I used to think about it |
All alone in the streets nobody thinking about me |
Remember feeling so much pain trying to drink it out me |
All that anger and that rage it was breaking out me |
Remember auntie kicked me out she closed her doors on me |
I went to my fathers house he closed his doors on me |
Grandma used to tell me boy you got your father eyes |
Remember crying in that sell I heard my father died |
I met this queen still to this day she comes to thoughts of mine |
I felt her pain when she told me that her daughter died |
I heard the doctor tell the nurse that I was going to die |
Shit I stayed up all night just staring at the ceiling, waiting on the reaper |
to show up but he didn’t |
Wifey told me that she wrote me when she know damn well she didn’t |
Blew trail called her phone her mother told me she was pregnant swear to god my |
heart was broke I went to court my son was missing |
Judge giving me my sentence i ain’t even listening |
I spent a thousand sunrises in that penitentiary |
I started talking to myself ain’t have no one to listen |
And now they tell you that we Ball right, but how, when all this money don’t |
mean shit |
Yeah, pharaoh |