I would explain the meaning of 'ballin' to you white people
But now, the game is for the soldier, not you, so, forget you

I'm awake before sunrise, first to be on the streets
A little troublesome kid with a pocket full of drugs
Learned to fight, got my skinny little self beaten
And people laughed until the first person got shot
I put the person in his coffin
Now they're covering the dead person in plastic
I smoke weed regularly, get aggressive when it matters
I'm trying to make a million dollars from a small amount of drugs
And avoiding the police, forget them
Got a gun ready for survival
Hey, can I lay low, cook some cocaine?
Shout "police," when I say so
Don't want to go to jail, I'm jumping fences
Police are after me, missing me by inches
And they ask how do you survive being so skinny
In a city where the skinny people die?
Tell my mother, don't cry
Even when they kill me
They can never take the game from a young gangster
I'm really ballin'!

Really ballin'!
Really ballin'!

Still on parole, and I'm the first person dealing
Pour some alcohol on the curb for my friends that deserve it
But if I want to make a million, got to keep dealing
It's busy, and today I'll make a killing
Dressing down like I'm poor, but only on the streets
It's a clever disguise to keep me running from the police
Ha, I'm getting high. I think I'll die if I don't make money
I'm in a cheap car, but I'm driving it like it's a luxury car
I hate to stop, but let my music play
Drinking alcohol, and I'm looking for some women to sleep with
Rather die making money than live poor and legal
As I sell another small amount of drugs, I wish it was a larger amount!
I need money in a major way
Time to sleep with my woman! Hey, and getting paid
You other people are failing
But me, and my gangster friends
We're really ballin'!

Really ballin'!
Really ballin'

Damned if I don't, and damned if I do
So watch a young person pull a trigger just to rise up!
But don't let them see you cry, dry your eyes
Young person, time to do or die
I keep a gun in my pocket
Ready, on my block
No time for a person to even cock it, damn
And I've seen that person beat pain
At point blank range, because he underestimated the game
Nothing has changed
Shaking the dice, now roll them
If you can't stand pain better hold them
Because there's no telling what you might roll
You might get AIDS from a slight cold, person
Best to live your life to the fullest
Be quick to kill a fool, got a gun, person, better pull it
Because even when they kill me
They can never take the game from a young gangster
We're really ballin'!

Really ballin'!
Really ballin'

To my friends in prison
Locked up, when they mention me
Because you're dealing with the realest person ever born
And once again it's on
I'm shooting at these women until they're gone
Who can you get to stop me?
I'm in the projects, hanging out with my group
I keep my gun ready
I need it, because they're all shady
I finally made it
Now these jealous women are trying to bring me down!
I'm not going out, I'd rather shoot back
I'm on the corner, with my friends, watching money stack
And I've come a long way from food stamps
And taking crap from the low-life ghetto people
Can you blame me? If they bother me I'm going to shoot
What could I do? Pull my trigger, or watch my friend die
I'm representing to the fullest, giving devil slugs
I'm on the block, selling drugs with the young thugs
And, we're really ballin'!
All day long, stay strong!
We're really ballin'

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