Big T - Baller Please lyrics

[Hook - 4x] I wanna be, a baller please But the b**hes and the liquor, keep on calling me [Z-Ro] I wonder if I'm blessed, cause I'm still here And I wonder if heaven's any different, cause in hell the blood spill hits Got a n***a, fiending for his last breath Too many of my partnas beneath me, because a b**h made n***a blasted Too many features in songs, tell me why I ain't got no home Penitentiary grown, cause I roam with a pocket full of stones I wanna live my life, but my life ain't worth the living Cause while I'm dreaming about a Benz, even a houpe ain't driven Headed for prison, but mama I'm alright with that Strapped down with a shank in my tank, hit n***as all night with that And it ain't no love left, f** all of my foes and friends Motherf**ers don't f** with Ro, unless that n***a be rolling in ends I need to wake up, instead of day dreaming about holding a slab Like being in love with a woman, that you could never have Witness the feeling punished by pain, looking for shelter from the rain People like W double O-D, I'm going against the grain Hey to my n***as in Ridgemont 4, y'all can kiss my a** Anybody who ever said they was down with me, can kiss my a** I done dumped on motherf**ers, what they gon do for me Out of town on stage, nobody from the hood in the crowd to root for me Suppose to be my people, but I think my people is the devil f** my peers, cause I'm on another level On my knees, screaming Jesus can you save me My sh**'s so f**ed up, I wonder if you thought about me lately And it hurt so deep a n***a can't sleep, making me late night creep Suicidal thoughts I think I'm ready, plus it's f**ing with me Would I be missed by these b**h n***as, these fakes and frauds Fiending for baby, cause she know she got my heart Even though it's torn apart, it's pumping out nothing but love for you And to my n***as keep your disses, I got slugs for you I shed blood for you, but I'm not appreciated The only n***a, that never hesitated And it ain't more, hollering out my roll dog's name on tape Unless it's f** you, and in front of it followed up by a K No more, hollering out my roll dog's name on tape Unless it's f** you, and in front of it followed up by a K b**h [Hook - 4x] [Big T] Balling out of control, sitting swoll on 4's Paint so wet, that my clothes stick to the do' Oh no, it's Big T Million dollar hook n***a, come see me On a muddy cup, man hol' up And if your b**h choose, then you sh** out of luck I'ma send her a** home, broke and well f**ed And she kinda walk funny, cause the b**h was well stuck When I ain't have sh**, y'all boys talk down Like you didn't know T, everytime I came around Now when you hear me, I'ma put you on stall And don't say nothing, when you see me in the mall I gotta get my cash, in these H-Town streets Presidential Records, and your boy Big T I know I gotta get it, cause I wanna be a baller please But the b**hes and the liquor, keep on calling me yeah [Hook - 4x]