Baller Please lyrics

[Hook - 4x]
I wanna be, a baller please
But the b*tches and the liquor, keep on calling me

[Z-Ro]
I wonder if I'm blessed, cause I'm still here
And I wonder if heaven's any different, cause in hell the blood spill hits
Got a n*gga, fiending for his last breath
Too many of my partnas beneath me, because a b*tch made n*gga blasted
Too many features in songs, tell me why I ain't got no home
Penitentiary grown, cause I roam with a pocket full of stones
I wanna live my life, but my life ain't worth the living
Cause while I'm dreaming about a Benz, even a houpe ain't driven
Headed for prison, but mama I'm alright with that
Strapped down with a shank in my tank, hit n*ggas all night with that
And it ain't no love left, f*ck all of my foes and friends
Motherf*ckers don't f*ck with Ro, unless that n*gga be rolling in ends
I need to wake up, instead of day dreaming about holding a slab
Like being in love with a woman, that you could never have
Witness the feeling punished by pain, looking for shelter from the rain
People like W double O-D, I'm going against the grain
Hey to my n*ggas in Ridgemont 4, y'all can kiss my ass
Anybody who ever said they was down with me, can kiss my ass
I done dumped on motherf*ckers, what they gon do for me
Out of town on stage, nobody from the hood in the crowd to root for me
Suppose to be my people, but I think my people is the devil
f*ck my peers, cause I'm on another level
On my knees, screaming Jesus can you save me
My sh*t's so f*cked up, I wonder if you thought about me lately
And it hurt so deep a n*gga can't sleep, making me late night creep
Suicidal thoughts I think I'm ready, plus it's f*cking with me
Would I be missed by these b*tch n*ggas, these fakes and frauds
Fiending for baby, cause she know she got my heart
Even though it's torn apart, it's pumping out nothing but love for you
And to my n*ggas keep your disses, I got slugs for you
I shed blood for you, but I'm not appreciated
The only n*gga, that never hesitated
And it ain't more, hollering out my roll dog's name on tape
Unless it's f*ck you, and in front of it followed up by a K
No more, hollering out my roll dog's name on tape
Unless it's f*ck you, and in front of it followed up by a K b*tch
[Hook - 4x]

[Big T]
Balling out of control, sitting swoll on 4's
Paint so wet, that my clothes stick to the do'
Oh no, it's Big T
Million dollar hook n*gga, come see me
On a muddy cup, man hol' up
And if your b*tch choose, then you sh*t out of luck
I'ma send her ass home, broke and well f*cked
And she kinda walk funny, cause the b*tch was well stuck
When I ain't have sh*t, y'all boys talk down
Like you didn't know T, everytime I came around
Now when you hear me, I'ma put you on stall
And don't say nothing, when you see me in the mall
I gotta get my cash, in these H-Town streets
Presidential Records, and your boy Big T
I know I gotta get it, cause I wanna be a baller please
But the b*tches and the liquor, keep on calling me yeah

[Hook - 4x]