LEGIT BALLERS Chords by Twista, The Speedknot Mobstaz

_ _ _ [A] Once again, another Trox production.
[Bm] Fresh for the 9-8.
I'm lost for your leaves.
You need to change how we make ballin' look so sweet.
[D] Especially when you ain't got a high-jewel shoe.
Know what I'm sayin'?
You can just ball for [A] free.
Keep painting your nation.
In the [B] legit demonstration.
Ain't gotta face incarceration.
[B] Hey yo, Lippy Stokes.
Let him know what's [D] happening.
A nigga been hustlin' [A] so long, God knows I've done so much wrong.
I was 16 grown and holding chrome.
Serving flows, weed, and zones.
My mom didn't understand, babe.
When you gon' die just like your daddy.
From two to the head, dumped in the riverbed.
I didn't mean to hurt you so badly.
I was young and dumb.
[D] Fast like sprung off the [A] money and hoes that it brought.
Had a cliff full of hollows to bring your mama sorrow.
But now I regret what I've done.
Drama's all in the game.
[G] Well, the game rang a sling.
I had to do my thing.
When the shots rang, that's when it clicked in my brain.
All is just the same.
A nigga need to change.
[A] I had to get up off these streets.
To get you out your seat.
Flip a track's beat.
Hit the crib and run for the suite.
And manifest some deep.
Deep so the realest can [G] feel.
How I felt right before I bust that seal.
Rapping bout my life for [B] Skrill.
And the everyday struggles of [Bm] a nigga in a chair.
Come on now, take a little trip with a [A] legit baller.
[D] Shot, shot, call, shot, shot the corner, that's swag.
[A] Tiger's wetter than the walls.
The bitches in the back and the pop-up in the sky.
Take a match and spark up [B] a little blood and get raw.
_ _ _ Come on now, take a little trip with a legit baller.
[D] Shot, shot, call, shot, shot the corner, that's swag.
[A] Tiger's wetter than the walls.
The bitches in the back and the pop-up in the sky.
Take a match and spark up [B] a little blood and get raw.
_ _ _ [F#m] This shit I been choking on is [D] potent.
Got me straight thinking bout taking [A] Mary Jane and eloping.
Blowing smoke with the sunroof, halfway yoping.
Calico with a scope in close range.
Hey, kid, you gotta aim and swing a few things.
And a nigga's brain.
Them face traps making me think that he's tame.
Putting food on the table is an everyday strain.
But now I defiantly [D] feel my shit legit and [A] working a different angle of the game.
Even though my hustle ain't changed.
I'm still praying my best budget will become my pain.
Sling a tape to the cane.
The road to riches seems longer than a freight train.
And every little stop give a nigga time to plot.
I wanna pay for you to gain until you train.
But I put that on the boat.
I'ma float till I ain't got no choice.
It better get no voice.
And still by that time I hope to ride in the prime.
So on the fleet of real estate where the roads worse.
[A] Swimming deep through these shot [B] down streets.
And my mob [G] still leads on their way to the Riverside Mall.
Giving thanks to the all [B] for giving me a legit way to ball.
And keep your [Bm] shit tight for y'all.
Come on now, take a little trip with [A] a legit baller.
[D] Shot, shot, call, shot, shot the corner, that's swag.
[A] Tigers wetter than the walls.
The bitches in the back and the front.
I'ma put a strap like a match and spark [B] up a little bud and get blown away.
_ _ [F#m] _
Come on now, take a little trip [A] with a legit baller.
[D] Shot, shot, call, shot, shot the corner, that's swag.
[A] Tigers wetter than the walls.
The bitches in the back and the front.
I'ma put a strap like a match and [B] spark up a little bud and get blown away. _ _ _
On the bus in the scuffs [D] with a 8-ball full of rocks in my pocket.
Nickel, sacks, and the [A] other.
But propose a watch, can't stop, it's hot.
But I gotta make a profit for my baby and my mother.
Straight up hustler.
What's the mental frame?
My mind a nigga, had to have the road.
These sold, O.P. Poe, up in these city streets.
But with the pistol playing, Mr.
Repo.
Fuck D-Bo, I explode like C4, so give me 50 feet.
[D] Bunch of shots and every direction, them niggas stopping my money from getting made.
[A] I done witnessed public hate, people get sprayed.
The tip raised, and my McRibe-mobiles can't get paid.
If I have to, I'ma see cheese from blows.
Nobody can hurt me, I run with thirsty breeds, GDs and foes.
Work in the spot, cause we need some clothes.
Who never thought I'd be making money off of my CDs and shows?
My crib got, gots in the hall, racks steady crawl.
Workers coming out the cracks in the wall.
On the tip, bust it with my back to the wall.
Work my way up to a house, and now I'm back to a ball.
Now I'm spinning stacks at the mall.
Been to [G] Brockton, Bobby's home, and my papa's stack a bit taller.
Twister, aka the [B] bitch caller.
Bringing money to the mob, just a [Bm] BMPM shit talker.
Come on and take a little [B] trip with a legit baller.
[D] Shout, shout, call her.
Shout out to Cormorant Square.
Tigers wetter than the [A] walls.
Some bitches in the back, in the pocket for the snacks, like a matching.
[B] Spark up a little, but we'll keep blowing around.
_ _ [Bm]
Come on and take a little trip with a legit [D] baller.
Shout, shout, call her.
Shout out to Cormorant Square.
Tigers wetter than the [A] walls.
Some bitches in the back, in the pocket for the snacks, like a matching.
[B] Spark up a little, but we'll keep blowing around.
_ _ [F#m] _
_ [A] _ Momsters, mm-hmm.
Like a song that I wrote about that with the monsters, mm-hmm.
[B] Like a song that I [G] wrote about that with my monsters, mm-hmm.
[B] Like a song that I wrote about the monsters, mm-hmm.
[A] Da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da [B] da da da [G] _ da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da [F#m] da da da da da da da