Ball so hard

On a scale with a whale eatin' sugar snail
with some French women down in the ATL
She said you rap good tell me if they pay you well
I told her I ball so hard I mess around and tear my ACL
Yo' flow sickly fo' sho I'm so witty
spit lines since the price of cheap of gas was $1.50
Got her girlfriend all talkative, that's not my perogative
I mean if she got knowledge then I'm trying to know all of it
"Oh there he goes it's that loathsome A-SS-Hole,"
I'm interesting, I go fishing with blind-folds on
hooks in my back to suspend me from the ceiling
while I get my toes tickled 'cause I Love the mixed feeling
I ball so hard my ankle swells I ball so hard I fit in a cannon
and get shot at a castle wall and break through and make the towers fall
I ball so hard I fall through the ground
I ball so hard I absorb the sound
I ball so hard I'm a trapezoid, that's 2D nigga and it ain't even round
I ball so hard I break the court, I ball so hard my name's a sport
I ball so hard I ionize in the atmosphere like a comet or
I ball so hard I'm a Commodore
I ball so hard I'm Lionell Ritchie
I ball so hard every breath I take I get charged a tax of $9.50
Fuck with your mind like some acid tabs on prophylactics
Every step I take it's almost like the day is going backwards
It ain't every day there are a couple words exchanged with cactus
but sometimes the silence says enough to make you rethink Latin.
You know what you're right, I oughta' call it all
I ball so hard that I collapse into a neuron star.
As far as rap goes most the good ones always play guitar,
and I write songs in Spanish, just to stunt on ya'll
Focus
I produce this verbal opus
To the giants and the shoulders that raised us to see the ocean
I'm, leanin' back 40 of Mickeys like a potion
Destruction on the tip of my tongue, fire like a loaded gun.
Behold, capture the density to mold the sun
And come out kicking' from darkness like a horse's son
Madd respect to the sons of our whores
You were the only Love our women got when they were at their lowest
Rappers is all jokesters, imagine 'em on posters
For nothing', they don't rock rhymes like they're supposed to
I do it for my culture
I'm from the land where the seagulls shit on the street
and niggas act like vultures
Ball so hard I change the land, ball so hard I'm fidgety
Ball so hard my data plan is triple times unlimited.
Ball so hard I feed the poor
Ball so hard I don't need a floor
Ball so hard that I live so high that I fly and I don't even see the floor