Ballin hard

ballin Stackin' paper, never taper, got the city on my back, Dreams of green like the trees, ain't no way that I’ll slack. Late nights, bright lights, hustlin' with the pack, From the gutter to the upper, now we never lookin' back. Money stretchin' like a rubber band, flexin' on demand, Got the world in my palm, watch me make these moves grand. Rollin' deep, we elite, while the haters just stand, Counting blessings, no recession, always playin' my hand. Got the weight of the world, but I’m light on my feet, Every step that I take, feel the heat on the street. From the block to the stocks, I’m the king of this beat, Ballin' hard, livin' large, can’t accept no defeat. Vision clear, I steer, through the fog and the fear, Pop the top, never stop, let the good times appear. In the game, never lame, I’m the one you reseve, All this grind, all this shine, now the throne is near.