Jimmy Lewis - Ball on 'Em Lyrics

Aye, what's happening bro
Oh shit, for real
Damn, I'm in the studio bro
I'll call you back ASAP, alright
Alright, sweet

One, two, three, yeah I gotta count my blessings
Four, five, six, rest my nigga's up in heaven
Yeah, I got hitters you don't really wanna test 'em
They'll pull the trigger, they don't even wait a second
OG player from the south, I'm a legend
If you aren't really living nigga why the f*ck you living
I just work hard for this shit, it wasn't given
Ever since a younging they just knew I had a vision

Now I ball hard on 'em, hard on 'em
I don't really waste time on 'em, time 'em
Yeah, they see me and my prime coming, prime coming
Yeah I hit it, imma' grind on 'em, grind on 'em
Cause they don't want the boy up here
Yeah, they don't want the boy up here
Take off, switch shit, see the rear
Yeah, they don't want the boy up here

I just lost my pops and I knew I had to do it
They gave me the ball, so I knew I had to shoot it
Talking from behind, they thinking a nigga clueless
They ain't say it to my face, they knowing a nigga ruthless
Back when I was young, yeah I used to dream lucid
Standing on a stage, I was young and singing music
Told 'em I'ma do it, they told me I'm acting stupid
Well it's funny how it goes, cause right now they staying muted
Walk into the party and you know a nigga suited
I just copped a barbie, think her ass got shot by cupid
All my diamonds dancing, I ain't f*cking with no Cubic
We stay puffing on peach, you knowing that shit be Cuban
Know I made mistakes but nigga I'm only human
I came from the dirt, my flower stay up and blooming
All I do is win, ain't going back down to losing
I just left 'em in the race, a nigga stay up and moving
RIP to T, you keeping me on my hustle
Do this for my mum, I keep her away from struggle
Bringing in the bag, money come in a duffle
But I ain't one to brag, I keep it steady and humble
No time left for the fake, I keep it real
I just got my niggas, they the one's who know the deal
Life going fast since a nigga took the wheel
Hitting home runs, we standing up on the field

One, two, three, yeah I gotta count my blessings
Four, five, six, rest my nigga's up in heaven
Yeah, I got hitters you don't really wanna test 'em
They'll pull the trigger, they don't even wait a second
OG player from the south, I'm a legend
If you aren't really living nigga why the f*ck you living
I just work hard for this shit, it wasn't given
Ever since a younging they just knew I had a vision

Now I ball hard on 'em, hard on 'em
I don't really waste time on 'em, time 'em
Yeah, they see me and my prime coming, prime coming
Yeah I hit it, imma' grind on 'em, grind on 'em
Cause they don't want the boy up here
Yeah, they don't want the boy up here
Take off, switch shit, see the rear
Yeah, they don't want the boy up here

Alright bro
Where you at
I'm on my way