[Chorus]
In the life of a baller
Shot-caller, hater staller
In the life of a baller
Shot-caller, hater staller
In the life of a baller
Shot baller, hater staller
In the life of a baller
Shot-caller, hater staller

[Verse 1]
I wait for [?]
Rolling through the hood with the Glock popped
Ready to pop on a bustler
If he wanna catch me out, he's dead ass sucker
Get me something to heat
It's almost twelve and I'm riding one hit
Balling all through the hood
[?] where it's all good
I step out of my ride to get a feel of the asphalt
Haters act, and it's all they fault
Upset that I'm grinding
Standing and then hanging in that major shining
But that's the way life goes
And forever I'm gone be clowning for show
So haters, don't holler back
Cause all they gon' see is that drop-top van
[Chorus]
In the life of a baller
Shot-caller, hater staller
In the life of a baller
Shot-caller, hater staller
In the life of a baller
Shot-caller, hater staller
In the life of a baller
Shot-caller, hater staller

[Verse 2]
Now it's the afternoon
Sipping— lean back and bumping tunes
[?] while I holler at gals
Gonna see which one gonna be my new pal
My game enhanced from swerving on top
And back as I move and I win non-stop
Royce rolls up [?] real
[?] is chill
Boys sick when they see me riding by
Looking like they wanna smoke me and I know why
[?] is like so fast
Light burn in your eyes as I roll past
System booming out of my load
So hard cars that drive by nearly explode
That's what I'm talking bout
I'm deep in the game, calling out shots
[Chorus]
In the life of a baller
Shot-caller, hater staller
In the life of a baller
Shot-caller, hater staller
In the life of a baller
Shot-caller, hater staller
In the life of a baller
Shot-caller, hater staller