Ball This Old Meek Mill (Ft. G Herbo)

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[Intro: G Herbo]
Uh, let's get it

[Verse 1: G Herbo]
This for my dawgs layin' down the road
Real teammate, don't mind playin' down the road
This for my guys that done died for diamonds and gold
While he back poppin' out outside, however it fold
This for them soldiers, I'm forever stayin' on my toes
Think it's crazy, I chase opps before I chase my goals
Since I was a baby, I felt like I knew the life I chose
I went bought a crate of Glocks before I bought my Rolls
Put that on my soul, and I got a pure soul
Say your team full of shooters, we don't play, it's on
And I never needed help, sometimes I stay alone
But I'ma make it home, gotta kill to make it home
How the fuck I'm wrong?

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Glock full pan, it break his bones
I told my youngin to be drill about it, don't go make a song
And I'm hopin' he don't take it wrong, 'cause them homicides be takin' long
My dawg had called me for my top and said he made it home
And I was tellin' him that he thinkin' wrong
'Cause he real, niggas hangin' on to the end
He said he on his last appeal, he gotta win
And I said "I got a half a mill', I'm lockin' in"
Knowin' how he feel, I'm treatin' this case like I was him, no cap