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Kendrick Lamar - Ball Game Lyrics

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
Uh, right
Child of the ghetto, nobody explained it to me
I learned from the streets, no picture was painted for me
These niggas is frauds, they not what they claimin' to be
Got my 9/11 niggas with me, they cravin' for beef
Let the chopper sing to 'em like Frankie Sinatra
High school, nigga probably got shoved in a locker
This for my niggas up top gettin' ready for lock-up
These rap niggas weak, X 'em out like a pop-up
Known for makin' movies, give 'em an Oscar
Fuckin' low junkie, part reason why they stock up
Hoes fall through the show, spendin' cake to watch us
Come home to you Kush God on her knockers
Uh, you're fuckin' right
Just another day, 'nother hard lane night
These fuckin' weirdos, these niggas ain't bright
Playing 'round with DZA? Ball game, right

[Chorus: Smoke DZA]
I'm on my way (Way), real long cake (Cake)
Won't stop grindin' 'til my crew all straight (Straight)
I do it, my dude, don't make me lose my cool
Knock 'em out the park, what you wan' do?
Nigga, it's ball game
That's the ball game, champ, uh
Ball game
Nigga, the ball game's done, right
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
In every inning, sure your career's ending
You niggas ain't winning, really, you're short-winded
The bases is loaded, you ever notice?
Your spot in the game was took as I look at your team chokin'
Sore losers never can play us, a chin bruiser
Send shooters on your block, skrrtin' off on a scooter
I'm raisin' my stock with every hit record, look at my record
Your status'll drop soon as they message me in the session
Minor-league coaches, we feed them bitches to vultures
You posin' as a poser, we post your death on a poster
Your highlight is gettin' closer to stardom
We never start 'em, we starve 'em
And tire mark 'em in the dust so you can watch 'em
In God trust, I'm probably tied up with a cheerleader
Just y'all luck, you fucked around and let a queer lead you
Time's up, you play softer than Damien
We aim it at your cranium and leave fragments over the stadium

[Chorus: Smoke DZA & Kendrick Lamar]
I'm on my way (What?), real long cake (Cake)
Won't stop grindin' 'til my crew all straight (Straight)
I do it, my dude, don't make me lose my cool
Knock 'em out the park, what you wan' do?
Nigga, it's ball game
That's the ball game, champ, uh
Ball game
Nigga, the ball game's done, right