H8 2 C Me Ball'n (Slowed Down Version)

How do you survive, weighing 165'

In the city, where the skinny **** die, tell mama don't cry

Even if they kill me, they can never take the game from a real G, yea

See I just set another record, can you actually break it?

Basically, I'm saying we back to the basics

Know them haters can't take it, even though they mistake it

Diving deep in the matrix, where, nothing is sacred

Even bonds, get broken, from the ones, provoking

You would think they passing blunts, how them guns, be smoking

And the ones, be joking, never notice the pain

In the eye of the storm, you never notice the rain

But you know it's the Flame, you ain't gotta get it televised

Real talk, I've been really trying to tell these guys

On the radio, daily, where they sell them lies

Dropping bombs, young ****, better recognize

Remaining calm, dealing with, the hell inside

See where I'm from, you thinking, they gone let it ride

See in the slums, them ****, ain't gone let it slide

You must be dumb, I thought that shit, was well advised, but now I'm

Back up on these beats, I've returned from my slumber

Leaking all this heat, I've returned for the summer

Snitch ass ****, probably turn on their mommas

Bitch ass ****, quick to turn for them comma's

So much drama, **** stalling

They hate to see a young **** balling

**** never put their all in

Can't you hear the money, when it's calling

But you ain't listen at all, yall just pissing me off

A heavy price to pay, just hope they, splitting the cost

Trying to dip, in the sauce, shawty slip, with the boss

In the whip, gettin' tossed, got them lips, with the gloss

On them, so she doing strange thangs, for some change

Can't complain, claim she trying, to make a name

Muthafuck the haters, only elevate the fame

More like a coach, I don't ever, play them games

Meaning, I don't have to, but I know, the ins and outs

And you know, I'm in and out of shawty, when she in my house

In her mouth, like enamel, bussing like some ammo

Hate to see me balling, then you best to change the channel

But enough of the talking, they be struggling, stalking

If they're chasing after cash, then, trust me, I'm hawking

All the money down, shooting shots, a hundred rounds

Back up in this muthafucka, like I came in, unannounced, I'm here

Back up on these beats, I've returned from my slumber

Leaking all this heat, I've returned for the summer

Snitch ass ****, probably turn on their mommas

Bitch ass ****, quick to turn for them comma's

So much drama, **** stalling

They hate to see a young **** balling

**** never put their all in

Can't you hear the money, when it's calling

Damn it feel good to be a G'

Damn it feel good to be a G'

Damn it feel good to be a G'

Damn it feel good to be me, yea

How do you survive, weighing 165'

In the city, where the skinny **** die, tell mama don't