Michael Christmas - Ball lyrics

As high as a striped bird, ballin' f** the Lakers! Except Lonzo, don't leave that out Free L'Angelo, buddy ain't do sh** Ay, my n***a Tee Martin [?] is cool, too Ball, get a crib that's high as a scraper Ball like a Laker. f** the Lakers Ball like LaVar, I'm 'bout my paper Bought my mom a crib where she got no neighbors Ain't it slow for you hoe n***as when I ball I told you I would ball, n***a, didn't I ball? And I might not see you later And hear my prayer God, let me ball Ball please, pa** me the ball, please So I can go off-key, spin move, off-three If that sh** go in, newspapers all me Fat boy the maker, not yet but he stay hood Nerdy as hell, I been layin' off the squares Can't you tell? Feel like I need a chip Finally not bitin' my nails, I'm in the air like Nimbus Hercules, Mount Olympus, Hades plottin' on me since I was a baby He a big b**h (b**h, b**h) Now what's my favorite word? M-O-N-E-Y till I d-ie And if you tr-y, I press the rewind Then press the hitstick, you hit the sideline, Bobby Bushay to the bullsh** Martyr is better, two braids, gold chain and Nautica sweater I'm lookin' like I'm Uncle Mike, computer ballin awkward type And you can spark the blunt as soon as I get off the flight Ball, get a crib that's high as a scraper Ball like a Laker. f** the Lakers Ball like LaVar, I'm 'bout my paper Bought my mom a crib where she got no neighbors Ain't it slow for you hoe n***as when I ball I told you I would ball, n***a, didn't I ball? And I might not see you later And hear my prayer God, let me ball Ball, please, that's all I need Okay, for real, for real I need to chill and k** it back-to-back like Drizzy Mill With Miley Cyrus dissin' rap and t**n' a** like Hank Hill And then I'm s'posed to act like I can take it as a joke Be hearin' sly sh** from the nervous white folks Don't trip, I like those that don't trip about my skin, or my lips, or my gold 'Cause when ET phone home, he call me like [?] I came back to pick my mans up, plan to jump another planet God let me ball, God let me Andre the Giant Chokeslam the rap game, I'm so damn defiant 'Cause I'm gettin' high and I'm not bein' violent (swish) Whatever, man (b**h) I gotta get my sh** together man Predict the rain like the weatherman Predict them days gettin' better, man (nah, we got this) God let me ball, God let me ball Ball, get a crib that's high as a scraper Ball like a Laker. f** the Lakers Ball like LaVar, I'm 'bout my paper Bought my mom a crib where she got no neighbors Ain't it slow for you hoe n***as when I ball I told you I would ball, n***a, didn't I ball? And I might not see you later And hear my prayer God, let me ball