It's just a lil' 10-piece for her Just to blow it in the mall, doesn't mean that we're involved I just what? I just uh, put a Richard on the card I ain't grow up playin' ball, but I'll show you how the fuck you gotta do it If you really wanna ball 'til

Dedication, hard work plus patience The sum of all my sacrifice, I'm done waitin' I'm done waitin', told you that I wasn't playin' Now you hear what I been sayin', dedication Look, my nigga this is dedication This is anti-hesitation This a real nigga

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls

We be ballin' hard, yeah, I just want some paper, yeah NCAA, yeah, we the young and dangerous, yeah I'm playin' with the clit like a guitar NCAA, yeah, set the record straight (Set it) Come on in (Come on in), come on in (Come on in) Honorable C.N.O.T.E

So when you're ready My love won't let you down And if you come my way I'll be at your service And so ride with me, until the wheels fall off So I can be all that you're dreaming of Quit playing hard to get girl It's me that you won't forget girl It's

Sitting out in the drive I’m getting used to you not being there At church on Sunday night I’m getting used to the radio playing Without you singing along It’s just a little hard on me But I’m getting used to that old truck of yours But I’ll never get

Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the money Numb the pain with the money, numb the pain with the Numb the pain with the money, numb the Grind hard, nigga, grind hard, I done grind hard Late nights playin' b-ball with a decoy I was on the

In the trap like a caveman (Trap) I'm playin' with the M's I don't play with bands (M&M) Virgil with the Louis and it's out of France (Virgil) Richard Mille bitin' and it like to dance (Bite) Lamaborgini truck in the good stance (Skrrt) Oh, we got smoke?

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls

Well, damn these dreams The first time it felt like fallin' in love Playin' my heart just like a guitar string Chasin' that same old whiskey melody It's hard to look true love in the eye and leave I remember hearin' Hank on the radio I bought a cassette,