Dirtball (feat. Big Hit & Hit-Boy)

The convicts become more institutionalized more rapidly
Because the pressure is never off
Niggas can't keep up
You ain't near me, then hear me

A lot of haters envy, but it ain't my fault
Peasants wanna be me, but can't be the boss
They mimic how I talk, imitate how I walk
Duplicate the clothes but my style can't be bought
Pigeons wanna fly with me, can't soar with hawks
They seek what I sought, try to think what I thought
Y'all sweet and too soft, y'all can't defeat what I fought
Y'all feet gon' get caught tryna creep on my vault
I'm such a savvy optimistic nigga
At six, seen my daddy pistol whip some niggas
Said: Son, never pull a gun then never use it
If you don't have the shooter, slap him up and abuse him
Create that illusion, that mental picture
You rather have a failure 'cause they love to get ya
Get rich, be a icon, the idol
Learn to listen, keep your eyes on all your rivals
Never trust friends, it's bad for your health
Especially females, they only out for your wealth
Take a look at yourself, see you reflect success
An image of the one you pray to 'fore you rest

Now you go up and lay down and rest
They said he created all man in his image
Not necessarily, this doesn't necessarily cause for dismissal
But, a man who is unable to get along with inamtes to or allow inmates to get along with him
And it works both ways
Uh, soon find himself in a, in a position
Uh, in some assignment where he very rarely comes in contact with inmates

I know you niggas think this life is a joke
till the burner's in your face, ignites at ya throat
This games a blunt smoke, so I'm playin' for keeps
Got gangsta bloods rollin' for the pen is deep
Tryna get into the streets the best way that I can
I hang these quarters for release, I break 'em out of the can
'Cause I'll be damned if I let my dogs do dirtball
Posted up in the morning, just waitin' for work call
Fuck that, we come in gunnin', so bust back
Same day they transferred, I label to bust that
My niggas can trust that, I keep it all the way real
Same way I ball in the pen, I ball in this field
And none can judge me, trees in my lungs for ones who love me
For the homies who can't hug me, pop bottles above me
Red, eight ball pourin' out on the curb
For my niggas on lock from Lompoc to Lewisberg
I'm a boss so I can't be bought
I'm a lost soul, I can't be sought
My heart so cold, been shanked, been shot at
The feds never break me, I can't be stopped
What it cost? Sold, break it off the top
If it's off, then show who float this cop
How to toss, sold, was dope and soft
I'm the sauce of the snow, that secret sauce