[Hook]

Ballin' ballin'

Yet you can see that I'm ballin', ballin'

You can't breathe till I'm in coffin

Often, i feel alive under endorphins

Oh shit

Ballin' ballin'

Yet you can see that I'm ballin', ballin'

You can't breathe till I'm in coffin

Often, i feel alive under endorphins

[Verse:1]

Basement talk, I kill 'em

C4s, my Margiela

Rooftop my own village

Leave these hoes 'fore I kill 'em

Real things move real quick my nigga like hired killers

Stay solid or leave college

On fire ringing (that's motel six)

See me on the deck, the day the VVS around my neck

Bank account filled with zeros, leave the money on the checks

You looking right and left, you keep the envy on it's best

Because my diamonds I protect, I raise niggas in their nest

I see niggas ran to follow my way

They still trying on the date

They confuse between cheddar and stakes

To keep their mud around all my name

But what can I say? praying God to keep 'em off of my way

(No cap)

[Hook]

Ballin' ballin'

Yet you can see that I'm ballin', ballin'

You can't breathe till I'm in coffin

Often, i feel alive under endorphins

Oh shit

[Verse:2]

Yeah you talkin elevation, my code talk like it's innovator

Keep the stick around, and keep the skinny papers

Leaving tips in the garbage for all the groupy favors

Living rent-free in your heads that's so many acres

I see em lost in labyrinth, damn that's marvelous

Skip the chest day all my niggas rock with Under-armour and

The fuck that you followin' two number 9s get me soberish

On many things that we keep off, avoiding the karma whips

So many scenes before I relapse, I take a deep breath

Prison of my mind I break the rules like I'm T-Bag

Broke a year for my rehab, rockin' tee champs

Moments of the truth, i usually wake up after 3 AM

[Hook]

Ballin' ballin'

Yet you can see that I'm ballin', ballin'

You can't breathe till I'm in coffin

Often, i feel alive under endorphins

[Outro]

Back to the twenty stop, damn that's a dwellin' job

Grab a bitch by the mouth, till she smells like stinky pot

Chillis on the wings, damn, that's a milli-draft

Don't Keep your feeling close, rock in Bentley doors

Work on them trilly mobs

Rats couldn't track all my celly calls

Roll some of Milly, diamond things slap like hundred skinny cards

Watch the time pass quick

Bars sickened all the clocks

Duty call on the Semi-Glock

Ride with a fifth of vodka, Glass of Henny shot

Gucci belt got it worth about a fuckin' twenty tops

Call on the celly, from Jessica or Milly

To drop you by Mercedes, while I'm fuckin' em gently

Cause we goin' back to

(Motel Six)

[Hook]

Ballin' ballin'

Yet you can see that I'm ballin', ballin'

You can't breathe till I'm in coffin

Often, i feel alive under endorphins