I'm a Baller

Little kid would you like to be a murder man
I'm know they see me coming
You couldn't fit my shoes
(Damn C-Murder dissed them)

But I'm gonna pull an R Kelly
I'm a lion king ducking with a gat in my hand

Six [unverified] bury ya scary ya
They wanna lock me up tonight
Fuck they system that's right
I'm know they see me coming
Shits deep proverts is what I'm speaking cussing like Puerto Ricans

One gold mouth piece especially made for talking shit
Till you rock those big chains trying to catch cracker slim
I'm a baller, just 'cuz I got money
I got 10 whips, 20 chicks and a house made of bricks
Take my freedom from me but I'm still gonna be a G
I'm a baller, just 'cuz I got money
Take a shot take these niggas in the pace
They wanna lock me up tonight
That means I get the ski mask and X your ass, whoa
I'm a baller, just 'cuz I got money
Put on your track shoes [unverified]
I know you see me coming
Locked down to free that's me the Miller boy

I'm know they see me coming
I'm know they see me coming
And keep it on the down low, whoa

'Cuz in the Calliope it's duck hunting season
World War III you don't wanna start me, nigga
Chrome carrier I'll bury ya but I'm smooth
I make the news on a regular
They wanna lock me up tonight
I'm a baller, just 'cuz I got money
Got damn them bitches hate when you up

I'm know they see me coming
I'm on a paper chase you trying to take my place
I'm a baller, just 'cuz I got money

They wanna lock me up tonight

You don't wanna mess with me

I just left the dungen with handcuffs on me
Buss them till you leaking I sound like who?
Bitch niggas try to stop me, I reverse the game, whoa

I do this for my family, I do this to ball

My mama say boy you better let it go
What is this what the fuck?
For real though I'm looking for a reason
Ain't no love if you transparent
Back down to the bottom again bitch, I'm never gone fall
You also know is weak, who to put these niggas to sleep
They wanna lock me up tonight
You see me on TV, court TV
GT is where my muthafuckin' heart be, nigga

But you ain't my homie what
And got a couple of bucks and hate you when you broke
I'm know they see me coming

I like candy Benz and pointing in trims and big ole trucks

They wanna lock me up tonight
And I promise ya'll when I hit the top I never gone fall
I'm a baller, just 'cuz I got money
Dollars to tip strippers couple of chickens to pluck
You must be sick in the head if you think I do this for ya'll
Me and my doggs hangin' them like drapes let me say this
Soulja rag on my eye soulja [unverified]