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[Intro: G Herbo] Uh, yeah Uh, let’s get it [Verse 1: G Herbo] This for my dogs laying down the road Real teammate, don’t mind playing down the role This for my guys that done died for diamonds and gold Right back popping out outside however it fold This for them soldiers, I’m forever staying on my toes Think it’s crazy, I chase opps before I chase my goals Since I was baby, I felt like I knew the life I chose I went bought a crate of Glocks before I bought my Rolls Put that on my soul And I got a pure soul Say your team full of shooters, we don’t play a zone And I never needed help, sometimes I stay alone But I’ma make it home Gotta kill to make it home How the fu*k I’m wrong? [Verse 2: Meek Mill] Glock full plan to break his bones I told my youngin if he drill about it, don’t gon’ make a song And I’m hoping he don’t take it wrong ‘Cause them homicides be taking long My dog had called me from up top and saying he made it home And I was telling him that he thinking wrong ‘Cause we real n!ggas hanging on ‘Til the end He said he on his last appeal, he gotta win And I said I got a half a mill’, I’m locking in Knowing how he feel, I’m treating his case like I was him, no cap [Verse 3: G Herbo] Seen a half a mil before the labels heard my name (Swerve) Too much on my brain, ain’t chase no fame, I had that flame All the nights I came out, it was dangerous, I can’t name I was born to run s*it, n!gga, I can’t change Made my first check, ain’t buy my mom’s a house, ain’t buy no chains I was on some young s*it, I was on some dumb s*it N!ggas who I fu*k with, if I call, they come quick N!ggas run up, dump s*it, n!ggas buy my son s*it Early mornings in L.A, see me, might be with my son Pop out solo late at night, I got two guns Bulletproof ‘Lac in the ‘Raq, who gon’ do some? Fu*k up 50K in Saks and it’s just two of us [Verse 4: Meek Mill] This for my dog, ain’t get to ball this old I think it’s crazy, I lost my soul before I lost my pole I had to see if it’s real, I touched him in the coffin cold I’m watching his mama cry, he laying there in the coffin froze This drilling s*it like all we know N!ggas ain’t even cool with us, acting like they cool with us S*it so deep, don’t even know who to trust, s*it, it’s only a few of us [Verse 5: G Herbo] Picked up heat, got ‘head first in n!ggas beef, ain’t have s*it to do with us Now you hating on me, tryna slime me ’cause the Lamb’ got slime seats Even though I’m rich, I’m grimy, you know where to find me All the n!ggas you think behind you, I’ll put ’em behind me Ain’t worried ’bout no n!ggas sliding on me, I be like five deep Walk in the strip joint, they grabbing me, I spend like a dime a week They just love the rocks and gold I just love I made it hear, I came from locking and loading (You know that) This for my youngin, eighteen and he lost his soul This for my n!ggas older than me, ain’t get to ball this old (ain’t get to ball this old) And I put that on my soul (On my soul) [Verse 6: G Herbo] Neck froze, heart froze, we was walking froze (I was walking froze) Kevlar whips for days when we couldn’t walk with poles Some of my n!ggas who got killed walking with the hoes We got ARs sticks, talking to the hoes Everything I got legit, everywhere I’m riding tint Anything I speak my mind ’bout I come outside with Dignity what I was born with, that’s what I’m dying with [Outro: G Herbo] This for my dog, ain’t get to ball this old This for my dog, ain’t get to ball this old This for my dogs, ain’t get to ball this old This for my, this for my This for my dog ain’t get to ball this old. Ball lyrics – G Herbo : Get lyrics and music video of this beautiful song here on LyricsBull.com