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Ball So Hard
[Verse 1|Black Jesus]

Ball So Hard, I'm rolling after Indiana Jones
Show you how to start a classic, keep it trendy and it shows
Someone get me Amber Rose, Imma fuck her like a pro
Cuz I do not understand how Wiz could leave her at his shows

Oh well, that's his lost
Ball hard, your shit's soft
Watching the blood run, but won't see that crip walk

I'm comprised of the best ever, I am perfect Cell
Fuck this game so hard I make her motherfuckin cervix swell
You're dope? I couldn't tell. Flow so sharp it could impale
Plus I got raps for ya head like a turban sale

What, you don't know?
What we can do?
No place to go
When we get through

You don't represent shit, but your own ideals
You can't begin to fathom the control I wield
Just look and see what my progress yields
In this last 4 years, I have honed my skills
Wow!
Fans are surprised to see my heart stone
Rappers new music's outdated like car phones
The rest of ya'll simply sold out, like our shows
No drive, just look and take pics, car shows
Imma keep rapping till my legend matches Marshall's
All you do is open up, like my future car doors
All I see is our foes, and ya'll rappin awful
When I go off, its on another level, Solange Knowles

[Verse 2|Black Jesus]

I'm weaponized Ebola
In your mom's Corolla
Bout to do a hit and run, you baby's in a strolla
Maybe I should kill you slowly, call me Coca Cola
Step yo fucking game up, pass me the controller

Tell Ash to check the throne,bitch! I'm the king of Kanto
Always on Metronome, yes my moves are rando

Lost boys we high as fuck, but we never land though
I'm the reason that you(’re) cool, never been a fan though

You looking for your girl,friend trust me she is not here
But she on that BBC more than fucking top gear
Balling hard above ya'll, moonwalk to a pub crawl
All them n***as high as fuck, even though we love fall
You rappers fucking fake, Fleshlight or a love doll?
Live shows, hands up and wave, like I called a jump ball

My hits are very public
Dignitaries love it
Grinding till our profits pass the military budget

[Verse 3|Black Jesus]

Ball So Hard, that I never have to rap again
Level 50 zombies, bitch you know I'm coming back again
Culture stealing rappers get no love, just like the Africans
What's a CEO to an entry level applicant?

King shit
Every single move requires my consent
Even if I have to write in pen
My written pen's
Enlightenin'
Grip tightenin
The Titan in
The mind of him
Is frightenin
The fight within
Despite the sin
Just might egnite
The might to win
Hypin vids?

I'll come to your show and grab the mic instead

It's Kendrick to Big Sean, bitch you been warned

Its the capital control
Capital control
You rappers are just laughable, your tracks are soundin old

I'm the only true artist, yeah, I said it, goddamn
You are merely feeble rappers, I'm a renaissance man

An inventor, ya'll fans
I'm a head of ya'll fams

Crazy, but I ball so hard like I'm Dennis Rodman!