Ron Artest (Explicit)

He passed me the ball yeah
He never passed me the ball
Passed me the ball yeah
Kobe passed me the ball and I shot a three
Three three three
Yeah
Niggas yellin' from the stands watch what you sayin'
Blowin' peanut butter cookie with my cup like jam purp'
Turn to a warrior put a dub on your head
You don't wanna work put some d**gs in his hand yeah
In a 'vert put a top on that ***** like a hoodie
EMelo
Doin' top speed with my hands
On her goodies phew
Dirty-a*s boy why yo'
Pop so muddy dirt
Got so much cheese I ain't trust nobody boy
My mind ****** up can't **** with nobody uh-uh
Dealin' with heartbreak I don't love nobody
If you wanna make a couple racks come with me c'mon
You ain't gotta slip blue kit one-fifty blue
Up that ***** niggas turn into ricky ricky
Turn up with a bag niggas turnin' in gifty run
Turn right around I'm coming home wit it I'm back
It ain't 'bout guap don't call my phone nigga yeah
Niggas real life dumb I don't get along with it
Prolly gon' **** if I'm left alone with her phew
I just can't pursue these rat-a*s ******
'Cause they doing it for clout clout
Neighbors keep on peeking through
'Cause I'm runnin' it up
Grab the draco off the couch yeah
Grab the draco off the couch yeah
I got mud in my ice tea got mud
In my ice tea
Rose gold on a white tee rose gold on a white tee
I heard this ***** wanna fight me
Heard these ***** wanna fight me
Yeah my ****** don't excite me mm
Right now I'm courtside like spike lee yeah yeah
Gettin' rich off rap man life free man life
White lows man I do 'em like twice a week
That's nothin'
Pillow-talk to a rat then try
And speak man boy niggas weird
I'm ****** up ate a perc' now I'm cured ugh
Yeah you in the streets but you lost you a deer lost
Niggas writin' for a rap buzz I don't care why
Miss me with the rap **** I was there facts
Live in the flesh ron artest
Counted me out came back
I'm a champ ballin'
She just wanna suck a nigga dry she a vamp' ooh
Told me **** a new chair I need a lamp light
Ain't nobody else puttin' mine on the map uh-uh
Free p I'ma hold it down 'til he back p
That nigga face trippin' goin' live in the trap yeah
I got it right now reportin'
Live with the racks it's on me
Ayy free ric I'ma hold it down 'til he here
Fitty thousand on me gettin' head in the lear' phew
This the big jet got a bed in the Lear' big jet
Baby goin' crazy me and ced' in the chair
4 pockets Full and they ain't CMG
Put the music to the side *****
I'm signed to the streets streets
I'ma grind' stop bleed never beg for what I need uh-uh
Puppet dash strong *****
I'm lookin' for the beans
Ayy I just touched down yeah
I'm lookin' for the lean yeah
Callin' for the work send the bookers to Alim
Thought I got 'em made but they really double gs gs
You ain't never 'nough to **** up a hundred gs nigga
Ayy sometimes I feel left out
Two hundred thousand in the bed still I'm stressed out
Pssh livin' legend I'm blessed now ayy
Still goin' through the trenches
Still yellin' free my niggas
Know she happy that I did it