Ball Game Smoke DZA (Ft. Kendrick Lamar)

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
Uh, right
Child of the ghetto, nobody explained it to me
I learned from the streets, no picture was painted for me
These niggas is frauds, they not what they claimin' to be
Got my 9/11 niggas with me, they cravin' for beef
Let the chopper sing to 'em like Frankie Sinatra
High school, nigga probably got shoved in a locker
This for my niggas up top gettin' ready for lock-up
These rap niggas weak, X 'em out like a pop-up
Known for makin' movies, give 'em an Oscar
Fuckin' low junkie, part reason why they stock up
Hoes fall through the show, spendin' cake to watch us
Come home to you Kush God on her knockers
Uh, you're fuckin' right
Just another day, 'nother hard lane night
These fuckin' weirdos, these niggas ain't bright
Playing 'round with DZA? Ball game, right

[Chorus: Smoke DZA]
I'm on my way (Way), real long cake (Cake)
Won't stop grindin' 'til my crew all straight (Straight)
I do it, my dude, don't make me lose my cool
Knock 'em out the park, what you wan' do?
Nigga, it's ball game
That's the ball game, champ, uh
Ball game
Nigga, the ball game's done, right