We Ball

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Yeah!
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RIP Dex Osama, Lil Snupe
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All the fallen soldiers
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Scooter, Truce

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
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When they killed my nigga Snupe, I 
seen my young nigga
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In the casket he ain't even have no 
blood in him
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Prolly the reason why I keep taking 
these drugs quicker
Ain't got no patience for these 
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motherfuckin' fuck niggas
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I watch everybody change, they 
thought I lost it
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But now they all bustin' U-ies its 
gon' cost 'em
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I seen Chino shut the casket on the 
coffin (Truce)
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Killed his only big brother and we 
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lost him
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So I'ma hold it down 'til we all win
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We've been at the clearport ballin'
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I just want to see my niggas 
flossin'
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Hundred bands everytime I walk in
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If you keep it trill you'll get a 
blessing for it
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Deep down in the trenches with that
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 Wesson on me
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My mama, she can't sleep, I come 
here early mornings (mama)
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But mama I got thirty in this dirty
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 .40
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Any weapon formed against me shall 
not prosper
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Used to pray them Ramen noodles 
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turned to lobster
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Gotta watch my own homies on the 
roster
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Cause this the type of money'll get
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 your lined up

[Bridge: Meek Mill]
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And I can't trust nobody
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They hit your homie and they 
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knocked the soul out him
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They said that they would ride or 
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die but ain't nobody roll 'bout it
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Three felonies, ain't graduate, 
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no I am not your role model
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I hope the Lord got us

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
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When they killed my nigga, I seen 
the footage on the tape
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Man I must've threw up everything I
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 ever ate
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Man I know he got some dice at the 
Heaven gates
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Kicking shi t with all these 
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bitches like he's Kevin Gates
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       Relax your mind and kick 
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your feet way up
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Selling dog food tryna feed my pups
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Young rich nigga and I'm built Ford 
Tough\
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And I'm going through stuff
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I don't feel no love
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And I shake your body and you still 
wake up
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Taking Perkys, man I fill my cup
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The feds watching and they still 
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might come, I'm gone
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I wan' see my brother with the Patek
 not the static
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Gucci wrap your toe up, got retarded
 with my daddy
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All they seen was red bottoms 
bleeding by the casket
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Perkys got me focused, I done 
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noticed all the damages
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I don't see no purpose, in the 
county eating sandwiches
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Lost so many niggas, I went crazy, I
 couldn't balance it
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You can't question God, yeah yeah, 
or any of these challenges
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Sipping on this Actavis, I swear I 
gotta manage it
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SRT the challengers
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Make that work do acrobatic flip, 
accurate
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And I'm leaning like a project 
banister
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I'm a boss, I ain't never need a 
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manager, got freaks, we ball 
scandalous, ayy

[Outro: Young Thug]
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Fuck it, we ball, yeah
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All the soldiers we lost, yeah
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Fuck it, we ball
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For all the soldiers we lost
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Shawty on percocets in the bag (all 
the soldiers we lost)
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Got a Rollie and a Pateky in my bag 
(all the soldiers we lost)
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She just got a nose job and it 
wasn't that bad (fuck it, we ball)
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I was juggin' round the city, I 
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came back
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Fuck it, we ball
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Yeah, fuck it, we ball
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Tear down the mall, yeah
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Fuck it, we ball
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Tear down the mall, ayy