Str8 Ballin’ Thug Life

[Intro]
I would share the definition of ballin’
With you white folks, but now
The game is to be sold and not told, so, uhh, fuck you

[Chorus: Bootsy Collins sample]
I'm just living and a lovin'
Waiting for the moment
When you've got time to kill

[Verse 1]
I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block
Little bad motherfucker with a pocket full of rocks
Learn to throw them thangs, get my skinny little ass kicked
And niggas laugh 'til the first motherfucker got blasted
I put that nigga in his casket
Now, they covering the bastard in plastic
I smoke blunts on the regular, fuck when it counts
I'm trying to make a million dollars out a quarter-ounce
And getting ghost on the 5-0 — fuck them hoes
Got a .45 screaming out survival
Hey nigga, can I lay low? Cook some yayo
Holla "one-time" when I say so
Don't wanna go to the pen, I'm hitting fences
NARCs on a nigga's back, missing me by inches
And they say, "How do you survive weighing 165
In a city where the skinny niggas die?"
Tell mama "don't cry", even when they kill me
They can never take the game from a young G
I'm straight ballin'