Stick Ball Lyrics - Wiki

The label say that they want me 

Tell me that they can sell me 

I ain't a product 

I produce honest shit 

Using wise guy talk and ebonics 

Using some chronic 

To get me to the level where i only settle for the rawest 

The flaws what makes it flawless 

What I see what's recorded 

The Gods show up in bombers 

Whether brawling or warring 

I'm just a bard with bars not the type that you swallow 

The type I spit till I'm hollow 

Ohh I'm hollow 

I'm a long goner 

Death seems farther 

Put it in perspective bruh it's right upon us 

That's how I always saw it 

So even if it's just a couple bucks coming out my wallet 

Boy we balling 

From the day we started 

To the day we call it 

Call it what you call it 

But nah I'm not an artist 

But I do broad strokes on broads that's gorgeous 

If you fuck with it bump with it till it's boring 

We'll be touring coming back for more and more and 

Coming back for more 

I've seen the seas the snow 

The heat the cold 

Dreams untold 

Sometimes swear man I seen it all 

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The schemes unfold with these kids 

Reminisce playing ball with a stick 

We the ones it ain't honorable mention 

It's done 

Ain't not calling to question none 

We pretty young to be balling and spending 

Every dollar that enters my pocket gets swallowed and spent 

And the rest gets balled up and sent 

To the tall grass 

Why can't i make my own bread it ain't called cash 

Appalled at fuckers in awe like I'm off crack 

Off bat you off track 

Bark at you if you cough at 

Me in some funny ass way like I ain't saw that 

Pardon? 

Nah pa been all in 

Y'all slim with your offerings 

Your offspring are things 

My offspring gods kings contenders 

All things considered 

All same type bullshit in this ball game 

Prefer stickball, hand ball hear the wall rang 

Y'all lames 

Im partial to draw string bags with a spalding 

Why you mad at my calling 

Y'all think what y'all think 

We gonna rap raw 

My dog just dapped paws with a rat claw 

Cat call 

Shorty mad saw that it's pat nah 

That's all focus on basketball 

Get to the league 

See me I just get me some tree 

Sit back get me to read books see crooks 

Make raps that need hooks 

A&R's re look 

Fuck all that I casually cook kicks 

Walked from the Bronx to the Battery took trips 

Ain't no fucking salary need to get booked quick 

Y'all mad at me caput quick 

Then you smile at me like look Wik 

You still a child b 

Photos 

You can't be proud of me 

You gotta be foul b 

Yeah i see your style 

I've seen the seas the snow 

The heat the cold 

Dreams untold 

Sometimes swear man I seen it all 

The schemes unfold with these kids 

Reminisce playing ball with a stick