AR on the Track - 8-Ball lyrics

[Verse 1]: It k**s me how you n***as say you want a lil love, but you never show love back That's cuz really you a scrub. You official? Where the stub? I need receipts, witness, all that You think this is beef? This what you call that? Like, really? Just in speech? Cuz this is all raps For me, well, it ain't beef until I'm at your doormat in all black with a Baseball bat But, you ain't really ready to face all that You wanna dilly dolly and fake y'all raps Baddest b**hes call me daddy, But they can't call back Cuz they Blocked. Meanwhile, all you n***as SWAT Down for the team, now, all you n***as swapped Swore they'd take the charge, now, all you n***as flopped. Straight hard facts We started way behind it. Where your 8 ball at? Huh? [Verse 2]: b**h, you don't know my struggle. You don't know my cause Can't blow my bubble. Can blow my balls Heard too many other n***as trynna flow like y'all Woopity woopity, oh my God. Shut the f** up Does anyone remember back when biting n***as' styles would get you f**ed up? Nowadays,, you bite a style, you might luck up and be the golden child next I look up. Please I had the dope, ain't have to cook the keys You think you hot because you booked up?Please Try me. I'mma f** around and catch a mother f**ing body Put me on the stage, you n***as crumbled right beside me Straight hard facts We started way behind it. Where your 8 ball at? Huh? [Verse 3]: Police k** a n***a. What the state call that? Justice Then point fingers like, "They caused ruckus, and made Carl up it!" With his back turned? We pay y'all f**ers Plus, the government is loving it, cuz they all puppets. Stay woke Then, they tell you n***as speak your mind, but stay cloaked They don't want us free. They want us dying in groups. Call us street, When we just trying to cope How you call it misfire when we soaked? How the hell you twist the laws when our lives on the rope? Fall back Slaves built the US. You ain't pay for all that Now, if it's you all vs u-s, we'll take all that And, now it's beef cuz I'm standing on your doormat, armed with nothing but my f**ing balls and a baseball bat Still you all backed to the wall. Straight hard facts We started way behind it. Where your 8-Ball at? Huh?