Ball Game

I used to walkin' out there and now I'm in my bed Slippin' the ice all over all day Finishin' the hours and hours till the day I wake Who called to go get the bag I'ma make it through the storm for whatever it takes Why would I be in competition with you? This is not a race Feelings get involved, another ball game in different ways Knock em' down on bowling ball, my lil' brother copped another drake I could love you or could hate you depending on how I feel today Just make sure I got them millions, in bank account, I hit middle age Wish that I can't deal with this no more, wish I could run away I gotta make sure that a nigga movin' right can't catch another case Lookin' at the time, it just go and I made it Ain't no more posting at the store, with my brother nem' Nights in these streets, it left me cold and I can't forget On my own, walkin' down this road, tryna get it in Might be okay with bein' alone, just isolate yourself from everybody If you get caught up with some shit, ain't no tellin', who really keep it silent An she know that I got much love for her, nothin' you can tell me bout it My momma say police lookin' for me, tryna ask them questions But I don't wanna deal with nobody I watch some shit, when comin' up, he snaked his mans I look at him like, boy, you better not try it This shit be crazy, I see this boy talkin' gangsta When a nigga took his shit, he let him do it Ain't want do nothin' bout it I'ma stay ten toes in front of whoever better keep them niggas from around me I got a setback for everybody that tried to down me You tried to saw the nigga down and no I won't allow it Just because he think he got some money, now he bout it But I'm that same nigga who you know was posted in them trenches I'm that same nigga who was screamin', come on, let's go get it I'm that same nigga running from the laws was jumping fences But my mindset a lil' different, I look at the bigger picture an it's Bino I'ma make it through the storm for whatever it takes Why would I be in competition with you, this is not a race Feelings get involved, another ball game, in different ways Knock em' down a bowling ball, my lil' brother copped another drake I could love you, or could hate you, dependin' on how I feel today Make sure I got them millions in bank account, I hit middle age Wish that I can't deal with this no more, wish I could run away I gotta make sure that a nigga movin' right can't catch another case Lookin' at the time, it just go and I made it Ain't no more posting at the store, with my brother nem' Nights in these streets, it left me cold and I can't forget On my own, walking down this road, tryna get it in