Lil Rascal by Tron LegaC Lyrics
Since a lil rascal
I wanted to ball like Pascal
I wanted to ball like Paxson
I wanted to ball like Pappy
Had some silent summers
Niggas thought they overlapped me
But i feel like Boosie boo
Undeniable talent
Pull up in something trunk slamming
On grand canyon
Im feeling myself
Might contribute
To pan handling
I pull up in shell
Junkie right there
Helpless as hell
I thought he want buck
I thought want beer
Its gets real
He smelled piston
Resembled a washed
Bill Lambier
Aroma was strong
Faith was too
Because his quеstion
Caught my attention
Like sugar daddies and vixеns
Ok back to the image
He said sir you got a minute
I said wasup my guy
How you handling the war going on
I ain't really got the time
So i threw him off
I told him i dont pay attention
He said thats the problem kid
Its not the war outside
The war thats in your vision
Its a war going outside
Bigger war going on in my mind
I thank God everytime
Only the strong
Will survive
Everything is the same ol thang
On the block
You either hustle on ya slangin cocaine
On the block
Word to scarface
Wake up and we chase
Hop up in our bag
Till the finish line
Thats a sack race
This a segue
Nigga press play
Sit back relax
Smoke a jet ski
These lyrics alleviate headaches
Tylenol nah
Watch him paint a picture
For ya wall
With his southern drawl
I knew she wasn't from Cali when i hit ha
She had them southern draws
I knew she was a rider
Cause she ain't tell it
When ha mother called
I'm in aww i applaud i got you something
Unwrapping rappin i'm gifted
Intentions no mannerism
Position gone stay persistent
Pay the piper now pay attention
Since a lil rascal
I wanted to ball like
Rawlings
I wanted to ball like Wilson
I wanted to ball like Spalding
I drew the 9 with a breeze
N i ain't talking new Orleans
I Pull the trigger then squeeze
These lyrics pierce undergarments
I wanted to ball like Pascal
I wanted to ball like Paxson
I wanted to ball like Pappy
Had some silent summers
Niggas thought they overlapped me
But i feel like Boosie boo
Undeniable talent
Pull up in something trunk slamming
On grand canyon
Im feeling myself
Might contribute
To pan handling
I pull up in shell
Junkie right there
Helpless as hell
I thought he want buck
I thought want beer
Its gets real
He smelled piston
Resembled a washed
Bill Lambier
Aroma was strong
Faith was too
Because his quеstion
Caught my attention
Like sugar daddies and vixеns
Ok back to the image
He said sir you got a minute
I said wasup my guy
How you handling the war going on
I ain't really got the time
So i threw him off
I told him i dont pay attention
He said thats the problem kid
Its not the war outside
The war thats in your vision
Its a war going outside
Bigger war going on in my mind
I thank God everytime
Only the strong
Will survive
Everything is the same ol thang
On the block
You either hustle on ya slangin cocaine
On the block
Word to scarface
Wake up and we chase
Hop up in our bag
Till the finish line
Thats a sack race
This a segue
Nigga press play
Sit back relax
Smoke a jet ski
These lyrics alleviate headaches
Tylenol nah
Watch him paint a picture
For ya wall
With his southern drawl
I knew she wasn't from Cali when i hit ha
She had them southern draws
I knew she was a rider
Cause she ain't tell it
When ha mother called
I'm in aww i applaud i got you something
Unwrapping rappin i'm gifted
Intentions no mannerism
Position gone stay persistent
Pay the piper now pay attention
Since a lil rascal
I wanted to ball like
Rawlings
I wanted to ball like Wilson
I wanted to ball like Spalding
I drew the 9 with a breeze
N i ain't talking new Orleans
I Pull the trigger then squeeze
These lyrics pierce undergarments