Get on Belated Baller
I'm a finna chase that dollar
If you sick of living squalor
Let me hear you holler holler
Get on Belated Baller
I'm a finna chase that dollar
If you sick of living squalor
Let me hear you holler holler
Well Conkie Tonk is coming In
Ain't giving a f*ck back
To upper class and the brass
Who taxing the working mass
I spit it straight
I put sass on my crass
And if I'm smelling on a Rose
It's with my face in her ass cheeks
Ain't meek
When I'm out in the streets
A dirt bag rock n' roller
Staggering round to my own beat
Humming and strumming
While I'm skipping my feet
Over silver spangled sidewalks
From the needles with dead-ly
Di-sease loaded up like a dream
For some poor mother f*cker
Just a dying to stay clean
Seen it with the homies
Yeah it coulda been me
But I ain't without my demons
An I ain't without my own beliefs
So please
Got me down on my knees
Just a begging for relief
An praying for little bit a ease
Gotta get my hustle
Gotta get another dollar
Gotta pop up on that collar
Like a true belated baller
Get on Belated Baller
I'm a finna chase that dollar
If you sick of living squalor
Let me hear you holler holler
Get on Belated Baller
I'm a finna chase that dollar
If you sick of living squalor
Let me hear you holler holler
Well Caseanova showing out
An full of McConfidence
A bottomless of pompousness
Sweating no consequence
I Take the cake
I gotta taste for da awesomeness
Rolling through the Rose
With a dominance
Look left
Then right
Holding tight
On the mic
Just a trying to make it through
To the end
Of the dark night
Gotta keep a hold on
Don't no never slip my grip
Tongue twisting with a lisp
And it goes like this
She sells sea shells down by the sea shore
But Shelly sells herself just ta try an save her people
Ain't no silver spoon
Serenity coming from above
Ain't nothing special
Especially a dream
Of having love
Security
Stability
The simple things we all should see
Instead of serving up to the oppressors
And the monarchy
Go on an get your hustle
Gotta get another dollar
Gotta pop up on that collar
Like a true belated baller
Get on Belated Baller
I'm a finna chase that dollar
If you sick of living squalor
Let me hear you holler holler
Get on Belated Baller
I'm a finna chase that dollar
If you sick of living squalor
Let me hear you holler holler
Get on Belated Baller
I'm a finna chase that dollar
If you sick of living squalor
Let me hear you holler holler
Get on Belated Baller
I'm a finna chase that dollar
If you sick of living squalor
Let me hear you holler holler
Holler Holler
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Get on Belated Baller
I'm a finna chase that dollar
If you sick of living squalor
Let me hear you holler holler
Get on Belated Baller
I'm a finna chase that dollar
If you sick of living squalor
Let me hear you holler holler
Well Conkie Tonk is coming In
Ain't giving a f*ck back
To upper class and the brass
Who taxing the working mass
I spit it straight
I put sass on my crass
And if I'm smelling on a Rose
It's with my face in her ass cheeks
Ain't meek
When I'm out in the streets
A dirt bag rock n' roller
Staggering round to my own beat
Humming and strumming
While I'm skipping my feet
Over silver spangled sidewalks
From the needles with dead-ly
Di-sease loaded up like a dream
For some poor mother f*cker
Just a dying to stay clean
Seen it with the homies
Yeah it coulda been me
But I ain't without my demons
An I ain't without my own beliefs
So please
Got me down on my knees
Just a begging for relief
An praying for little bit a ease
Gotta get my hustle
Gotta get another dollar
Gotta pop up on that collar
Like a true belated baller
Get on Belated Baller
I'm a finna chase that dollar
If you sick of living squalor
Let me hear you holler holler
Get on Belated Baller
I'm a finna chase that dollar
If you sick of living squalor
Let me hear you holler holler
Well Caseanova showing out
An full of McConfidence
A bottomless of pompousness
Sweating no consequence
I Take the cake
I gotta taste for da awesomeness
Rolling through the Rose
With a dominance
Look left
Then right
Holding tight
On the mic
Just a trying to make it through
To the end
Of the dark night
Gotta keep a hold on
Don't no never slip my grip
Tongue twisting with a lisp
And it goes like this
She sells sea shells down by the sea shore
But Shelly sells herself just ta try an save her people
Ain't no silver spoon
Serenity coming from above
Ain't nothing special
Especially a dream
Of having love
Security
Stability
The simple things we all should see
Instead of serving up to the oppressors
And the monarchy
Go on an get your hustle
Gotta get another dollar
Gotta pop up on that collar
Like a true belated baller
Get on Belated Baller
I'm a finna chase that dollar
If you sick of living squalor
Let me hear you holler holler
Get on Belated Baller
I'm a finna chase that dollar
If you sick of living squalor
Let me hear you holler holler
Get on Belated Baller
I'm a finna chase that dollar
If you sick of living squalor
Let me hear you holler holler
Get on Belated Baller
I'm a finna chase that dollar
If you sick of living squalor
Let me hear you holler holler
Holler Holler
I'm a finna chase that dollar
If you sick of living squalor
Let me hear you holler holler
Get on Belated Baller
I'm a finna chase that dollar
If you sick of living squalor
Let me hear you holler holler
Well Conkie Tonk is coming In
Ain't giving a f*ck back
To upper class and the brass
Who taxing the working mass
I spit it straight
I put sass on my crass
And if I'm smelling on a Rose
It's with my face in her ass cheeks
Ain't meek
When I'm out in the streets
A dirt bag rock n' roller
Staggering round to my own beat
Humming and strumming
While I'm skipping my feet
Over silver spangled sidewalks
From the needles with dead-ly
Di-sease loaded up like a dream
For some poor mother f*cker
Just a dying to stay clean
Seen it with the homies
Yeah it coulda been me
But I ain't without my demons
An I ain't without my own beliefs
So please
Got me down on my knees
Just a begging for relief
An praying for little bit a ease
Gotta get my hustle
Gotta get another dollar
Gotta pop up on that collar
Like a true belated baller
Get on Belated Baller
I'm a finna chase that dollar
If you sick of living squalor
Let me hear you holler holler
Get on Belated Baller
I'm a finna chase that dollar
If you sick of living squalor
Let me hear you holler holler
Well Caseanova showing out
An full of McConfidence
A bottomless of pompousness
Sweating no consequence
I Take the cake
I gotta taste for da awesomeness
Rolling through the Rose
With a dominance
Look left
Then right
Holding tight
On the mic
Just a trying to make it through
To the end
Of the dark night
Gotta keep a hold on
Don't no never slip my grip
Tongue twisting with a lisp
And it goes like this
She sells sea shells down by the sea shore
But Shelly sells herself just ta try an save her people
Ain't no silver spoon
Serenity coming from above
Ain't nothing special
Especially a dream
Of having love
Security
Stability
The simple things we all should see
Instead of serving up to the oppressors
And the monarchy
Go on an get your hustle
Gotta get another dollar
Gotta pop up on that collar
Like a true belated baller
Get on Belated Baller
I'm a finna chase that dollar
If you sick of living squalor
Let me hear you holler holler
Get on Belated Baller
I'm a finna chase that dollar
If you sick of living squalor
Let me hear you holler holler
Get on Belated Baller
I'm a finna chase that dollar
If you sick of living squalor
Let me hear you holler holler
Get on Belated Baller
I'm a finna chase that dollar
If you sick of living squalor
Let me hear you holler holler
Holler Holler
Writer: Casey McConkie
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