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Ball

Another story from my house on 5816 Forest

Life is really crazy my people had to raise
Me in the sick conditions of these streets
Dealers and killers didn't love me least
This is the story of a kid who dug Steve's beats

The school I be say Troost
Right after school I go one house from me is DJ Juice
He let the beats play
Every day it give me a boost then the decay
Of the DJ I see shake loose

From hip hop he started to flip rocks then the mixin records
It stopped
I did watch Steve pull up in beautiful
Cars on this block Velour sweat suits many
Gold chains displayin big wads
Of grip knots flashing things a year ago he did not

I was curious
He went from normal to luxurious
I made my way over to em even though my step daddy would be furious
I said wussup Steve he look and smiled at me I said
I miss how it use ta be you spinnin H.I.P. H.O.P
He said (we)

Stackin, rollin, straight Ball
Gettin it in just Ball
One more time I say
Stackin, rollin, straight Ball
Gettin it in just Ball
Aye

My block is poppin foreign cars with tires bam
I see beautiful women hangin wit Steve and his hired hands
I would always see this dude who was Steve's admired fam
And we look up to em on this block because he is a fireman

This a big thing in 1980 my question to him my seem crazy
Mr Dowdy My desires just to take a ride
On your firetruck
He would just laugh and say lil Donny not too fast cause the serious job I have
A kid in the way really could be bad

Time goes on and I see a decade passes but it's crazy
I'm to the same family on 62nd and Agnes?
Wake up to feds pullin beautiful vehicles away from next door
It's a Dowdy bad day now I'm thinkin
Back when Steve use ta say (we)

Stackin, rollin, straight ball
Gettin it in just ball
One more time I say
Stackin, rollin, straight ball
Gettin it in just ball
Aye

Life is really crazy
My people had to raise me
In the sick conditions of these streets
Dealers and killers didn't love me least
This is the story of a kid who dug Steve's beats