text: Heyy-yo, heyy-yo, we speedballin..
  Livin by the grace of God
  At the pace of the Devil life is hard, we speedballin
  With no time to waste
  The treble tends to weeble wobble over the bass, we speedballin
  Nose wanna blow out steam
  So make some fuckin noise if you know what I mean, we speedballin HA
  But if you dont you wont
  Youll end up in your trouble while the fury of funk, we speedballin
  Uhh, uhh, yeah sucka were speedballin ballin ballin ballin
  Yeah, uhh, we speedballin ballin ballin
  Uhh, yeah we speedballin ballin ballin
  Uhh, uhh uhh, yeah we speedballin
  Ballin ballin ballin ballin ballin ballin
  Ballin ballin uhh, we speedballin
  Yeah, WOOO! Yeah, uhh
  Mama think Im on that blow
  Cause anything over marijuana fa sho, we speedballin, huh
  If I could just come down
  But when I do come down I dont like how it sound, we speedballin, HOO
  The pitcher all on the mound
  Thowin fastballs with a curve, the nerve of speedballin, HA
  Some niggas serve to live
  Some niggas live to serve not a fuck who they give, we speeballin, HA
  HA, yeah, woo we speedballin ballin
  Yeah, can yall smell that? Uhh we speedballin ballin ballin
  HA, cmon! Yeah we speedballin what?
  Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
  My God, my heart, my start, my saviour, my soul
  My end, my friend, my sin now when can I go?
  If you can hear me now then make me move
  Stank-ya, I like it like that, Im in yo groove
  Yeah! Yeah! Southwest, UHH!
  Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! De-caaaaaaaaa-turrrrr, WOO we speedballin
  Uhh, yeah, yeah, A.T.Lllllllllllllllll!
  Uhh, yeah, New York we speedballin ballin ballin
  WOO, yeah, uh uhh we speedballin
  L.Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Woo, woo we speedballin
  Woo, woo woo, woo, woo woo, uh uh uh uh we speedballin
  Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
  Yeah yeah woo woo we speedballin
  What? Ha, what? Woo woo, we speedballin
  ..
  Who; the fuck, said rock didnt roll, no more?
  Who; the fuck, said rock didnt roll, no more?
  Who; the fuck, said rock didnt roll, no more?
  Who; the fuck, said rock didnt roll, no more?
  Nigga wanna think these boys dont blow
  Hoe you see them snortin them coke
  Chaos still dont give you a hoe
  Maybe you think the music is low
  Maybe you say, the niggas is wack
  If he asks, want some crack
  If you do that, you never come back
  Back to life, reality black
  Pump pump pump pump pump the brakes
  Analyze shit got down to stakes
  Take a shortcut tryin to win the race
  Whatchu gonna do when you step in the place?
  At a players place, nigga takin my time
  What he gon say when I freak the rhyme?
  How you gon feel when I skeet the 9?
  Buck buck buck nigga on the grind
  Niggafied cause we still on the grind in the trap for the dope boys
  Speedballin freefallin in my own moon and my own zone
  Boy life is short gonna suck it up
  Arsty-fartsy nigga fuck it up
  Down in the trenches, press your luck
  Assed out like you in the butt, nigga what?
  My soul is burnin, about to catch fire!
  Im overheated, about to catch fire-hah!
  I cant help myself, Im on fire!
  Ha ha ha ha
  My soul is burnin, about to catch fire!
  Im overheated, about to catch fire-hah!
  I cant help myself, Im on fire! Im on fire!
  Ahh good God!
  My soul is burnin, about to catch fire!
  Im overheated, about to catch fire-hah!
  I cant help myself, Im on fire!
  ..Ah good Lord, my soul is burnin, about to catch fire!
  Im overheated, about to catch fire-hah!
  I cant help myself, Im on fire!
  Im on fire! {music fades out}