These Were the Ballers
Flat screen televisions and rim spinners
Use to be a show of wealth
Gold chains and dinners
Excluded everyone else
Upstairs on round beds
Was where the magic happened
Sold out concerts with loud music
And all their fans were clapping
A fleet of cars
Identified the stars
The sky was the limit and
No place was too far
All white living rooms
Was the “Ah yeah” the boom- boom
Scar Face posters
Decorated the wall
This reminded them to always stand tall
Selling dope was over
And rap was in
Other rappers were rivals
But leeches were friends
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