Another rhyme, another line I check the time and then I'm off Got my grind on, shine on, Zion Like a lion, walking with pride on Cos this ain't something that you can put a price on Check the Nike's off from the icons you slave runners We run this shit, pulling double shifts like all nighters We tweakin now yeah we geekin out thinking Aint worried about which route cos there is but one direction (straight up) I'm going up, down, but left with right intentions Doing what we s'posed to feeling no pressure Just breezin through this track You know I'm cool like that, remember? In school I didn't even bring a backpack Just a pen and a piece of paper, paired with something to say About my cynical taste of this place Displaced and replaced, but displayed and replayed If ya smooth with them hoops or got good enough grades Cos we act like we ballers Mack on hoes 'til they holla Steal the show when they call us the ish Droppin facts that they taught us Runnin traps til they fall-a Watch ya back cos karma's a bitch That's why we act like we ballers Feel like Shaq cos we taller Than these rats who ask for the dish Sometimes we act like we bosses Losing track of the callers like Excuse me who's this?? Cos I be that cool cat who move stacks but never really spendin Can't buy class, I'm too lax, Frank Ocean with the vision "It don't stop, keep going" that's what Tupac said Words are ghosts that stay alive even when you're dead I raise a toast to my coast with the folks I float with I've been dealt less cards, but still shufflin' the most chips Like La Costa Nostra, nobody cross my brother Or I'll be forced to show ya how blood is thicker than water Or wine dine for dinner Steak's prime rib and rarer than your kicks Remember that hype is temporary But the vibe lives forever man way past the cemetery so Fuck you I won't do what you tell me But some might say the opposite As long as they be profittin They sellin' you dreams up on the screen make it seem promising You gotta learn to hold ya own, get off ya mobile phone Get in ya zone, build that throne and get at it bruh Cos we act like we ballas Mack on hoes 'til they holla Steal the show when they call us the ish Droppin facts that they taught us Runnin traps til they fall-a Watch ya back cos karma's a bitch That's why we act like we ballas Feel like Shaq cos we taller Than these rats who ask for the dish Sometimes we act like we bosses Losing track of the callers like Excuse me who's this?