(feat. Kirby "D") 



[Hook x2: Kirby "D"] 

Keep balling, keep balling 

Keep balling (keep balling, keep balling) 

Keep balling, keep balling 

Keep balling (gotta keep on, gotta keep on) 



[C-Note] 

If you're balling, and you know it 

Put fifty grand in your hand, nigga show it 

Put that ice up on your wrist, nigga snow it 

Put that bang up in your trunk, nigga glow it 

Got that lean nigga, pour it (po' it up) 

Cause it ain't everyday, a black man free and you know it 

You gotta ball and get it all, through eternity 

Stop by your mama house, kick her down a hundred G 

Yo that's the type of nigga I be, for realer I be 

I'm balling with the Clover, cause the Clover's in me 

I done made a million dollas, off of street fame 

So you can never take away, my fucking street name 

Now-a-day's, it's Playstations in Fararri's 

But back then, it was Hoopties and Atari's 

We still shot calling, got them screens falling 

Got them screens crawling, to all my niggaz balling 



[Hook x2] 



[C-Note] 

Call it payback, when I'm rolling in a made back 

What you know about that, back seats laid back 

I'm that young black, entrepreneur 

I'm that nigga with that Matchbox, in front of the store 

I'm that nigga, that's ahead of the line 

I'm that nigga writing rhymes trying to shine, way ahead of my time 

(keep balling) that's what you do, when them niggaz keep stalling 

Just keep balling, twinkie 4's crawling 

It's all on me, a Clover G 

It's S.U.C., till I D-I-E 

Botany Boys put it down, for my block 

See us holding big rocks, knots up in my socks 

I'm about to wreck the future, y'all live in the past 

I done customized my crib, with Miami glass 

And my job, is to bring the message to the streets 

Just keep balling, all my niggaz stay on feet 



[Hook x2] 



[C-Note] 

Them Third Coast boys, quick to bring the noise 

Quick to bring the drama boys 

Rolling yellow Hummers, looking like Tunker toys 

Botany Boys, twenty karats in my Clover 

Up and down side to side, while we in the Range Rover 

The beef ain't over, till them boys wanna say it 

We still balling, we putting prices on they head 

We keep balling, until the end of the world 

C-Note flying in the sky, for little boys and girls 

A real nigga that'll hustle, that's a man to me 

Gotta get it how you live, feed your family 

Blowing endo, and sipping drank 

I'ma shout out to my niggaz, locked in them tanks 

Send em pictures, write em scriptures 

I'ma still hold it down, for my niggaz 

I'ma keep balling, till you come home 

I'ma keep balling, for all my niggaz that's gone 



[Hook x2] 



[talking] 

Know I'm saying, gotta keep balling 

Keep banging, keep knocking they heads off 

Keep banging in the trunk, popping trunk 

Hurting boys, you know I'm saying 

Keep coming down wrecking, gotta keep balling mayn 

This how it go down, S.U.C. for life