[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
I had my back against the wall
Been on my knuckles, had a lot and lost it all
Friends I used to know no longer speakin' anymore, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (They don't know me anymore)
They sayin' pray, but don't we all?
Unanswered prayers make you feel like God is not accepting call-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-oohs
And I just wanna ball, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (And I just wanna ball)
Wishin' something fall through
[Verse 1: Kevin Gates]
Shots ringing, got the children duckin' under covers (Get down)
The older one preparin' supper for the youngest of them (Oh)
Oatmeal, hot dog weenies, and sugar bread
Father turned himself in, sort of feel like he should've fled (Yoom)
Mother fumblin' with a hand full of tricks (Damn)
Asking God for a hand with the rent (Shh)
Being fondled in the club when she strip
Tears got mascara runnin' down her lips
Sa-sa-save up enough, take the kids to the hills, but customers wanna see her do a split
How bad can it get?
Subjected to desperate measures just to get ahead
If all else fails, prevail, get the bread
[Chorus: Kevin Gates & Maino]
I had my back against the wall
Been on my knuckles, had a lot and lost it all
Friends I used to know no longer speakin' anymore, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (They don't know me anymore)
They sayin' pray, but don't we all?
Unanswered prayers make you feel like God is not accepting call-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-oohs (Yeah)
And I just wanna ball, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (And I just wanna ball, yeah, yeah)
Wishin' something fall through
I had my back against the wall
Been on my knuckles, had a lot and lost it all
Friends I used to know no longer speakin' anymore, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (They don't know me anymore)
They sayin' pray, but don't we all?
Unanswered prayers make you feel like God is not accepting call-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-oohs
And I just wanna ball, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (And I just wanna ball)
Wishin' something fall through
[Verse 1: Kevin Gates]
Shots ringing, got the children duckin' under covers (Get down)
The older one preparin' supper for the youngest of them (Oh)
Oatmeal, hot dog weenies, and sugar bread
Father turned himself in, sort of feel like he should've fled (Yoom)
Mother fumblin' with a hand full of tricks (Damn)
Asking God for a hand with the rent (Shh)
Being fondled in the club when she strip
Tears got mascara runnin' down her lips
Sa-sa-save up enough, take the kids to the hills, but customers wanna see her do a split
How bad can it get?
Subjected to desperate measures just to get ahead
If all else fails, prevail, get the bread
[Chorus: Kevin Gates & Maino]
I had my back against the wall
Been on my knuckles, had a lot and lost it all
Friends I used to know no longer speakin' anymore, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (They don't know me anymore)
They sayin' pray, but don't we all?
Unanswered prayers make you feel like God is not accepting call-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-oohs (Yeah)
And I just wanna ball, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (And I just wanna ball, yeah, yeah)
Wishin' something fall through
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