Baller Please Lyrics by Z-ro

Baller Please

[feat. Big T][Hook x4:]I wanna be, a baller pleaseBut the bitches and the liquor, keep on calling me[Z-Ro:]I wonder if I'm blessed, cause I'm still hereAnd I wonder if heaven's any different, cause in hell the blood spill hitsGot a nigga, fiending for his last breathToo many of my partnas beneath me, because a bitch made nigga blastedToo many features in songs, tell me why I ain't got no homePenitentiary grown, cause I roam with a pocket full of stonesI wanna live my life, but my life ain't worth the livingCause while I'm dreaming about a Benz, even a houpe ain't drivenHeaded for prison, but mama I'm alright with thatStrapped down with a shank in my tank, hit niggaz all night with thatAnd it ain't no love left, fuck all of my foes and friendsMotherfuckers don't fuck with Ro, unless that nigga be rolling in endsI need to wake up, instead of day dreaming about holding a slabLike being in love with a woman, that you could never haveWitness the feeling punished by pain, looking for shelter f
rom the rainPeople like W double O-D, I'm going against the grainHey to my niggaz in Ridgemont 4, y'all can kiss my assAnybody who ever said they was down with me, can kiss my assI done dumped on motherfuckers, what they gon do for meOut of town on stage, nobody from the hood in the crowd to root for meSuppose to be my people, but I think my people is the devilFuck my peers, cause I'm on another levelOn my knees, screaming Jesus can you save meMy shit's so fucked up, I wonder if you thought about me latelyAnd it hurt so deep a nigga can't sleep, making me late night creepSuicidal thoughts I think I'm ready, plus it's fucking with meWould I be missed by these bitch niggaz, these fakes and fraudsFiending for baby, cause she know she got my heartEven though it's torn apart, it's pumping out nothing but love for youAnd to my niggaz keep your disses, I got slugs for youI shed blood for you, but I'm not appreciatedThe only nigga, that never hesitatedAnd it ain't more, hollering out my roll dog's
name on tapeUnless it's fuck you, and in front of it followed up by a KNo more, hollering out my roll dog's name on tapeUnless it's fuck you, and in front of it followed up by a K bitch[Hook x4][Big T:]Balling out of control, sitting swoll on 4'sPaint so wet, that my clothes stick to the do'Oh no, it's Big TMillion dollar hook nigga, come see meOn a muddy cup, man hol' upAnd if your bitch choose, then you shit out of luckI'ma send her ass home, broke and well fuckedAnd she kinda walk funny, cause the bitch was well stuckWhen I ain't have shit, y'all boys talk downLike you didn't know T, everytime I came aroundNow when you hear me, I'ma put you on stallAnd don't say nothing, when you see me in the mallI gotta get my cash, in these H-Town streetsPresidential Records, and your boy Big TI know I gotta get it, cause I wanna be a baller pleaseBut the bitches and the liquor, keep on calling me yeah[Hook x4]