Baseball

You never been this way no no



Intro:

Ah ah ah I'm laughing cause these niggaz all game and no bars or should I

Say balls ha ha ha

Aye where my real niggaz that want to hear some real rhymes at?

So yall want play baseball huh... aight, lets go



I'm bout to run

Verse1:

K I just landed first base imagine when I take it home

Wanna be an ass my foot the air georgia dome

Everybody in lakeland rapping cash, cars and clothes

I tried that route it wasn't for me cause they rookie no pros



They all feel intimidation, cause I took 2nd base and, all careers should

Be erased then,

Like a gator, body, lake and, when I rap this is I aint faking, better yet

I feel like making

A hott track, yall niggaz aching, but I'm bringing home the bacon



"STRIKE ONE"

All I know is I aint sweating it cause destined to win

Like the length that made her famous natalie nunns chin

I'm willy wonka niggaz want my gold say "lend me your hen"

I would give these niggaz pointers but um none of ya friends

Some call me avias but you can call me the greatest

Making music that's so blazing many call it the latest

All you wanna be rappers think it's time that I switch ya

Cause yall might be running things but guess what I'm the pitcher



Don't nobody wanna hear that 50's music crap"



Verse2:

Another strike just aint an option so I hit a grand slam

Got all these thugs attention now music, car, speakers, bam

Yo dawg my lyrics so sick think they need a vet

I don't worry bout promotion they like wireless internet

Niggaz be want-ing me to fall but my head stay to the sky

Record companys calling my music one syllable "buy"

I make music, yall try, the crowds they choose it, yall why

I'm bout to land on third base hit a homerun, goodbye

Here we go again, dodging, dodging, dodging to win

Yall niggas are whack, throw ya lyrics up in the air swang a bat



Who is the next batter, as long as I am in the game don't none of it matter

Flow so fast I be riding, come through you bases to the home run yo um

Sliding



Never been this way no no (2x's)



Verse3:

Niggaz be up on that pie crap, they better tighting up

Better shine, make me blind, niggaz better lighting up

Cause I'm coming while they sleeping yo my career morphing

I'm bout to show em the true me you can call me the orphan

I'm bout to make crowds buzz like an electric chair

Everytime I drop a song, they hair rise and stop and stare

They be talking stupid junk then they think that they ripped

Uh uh, heck nawl, I call it tales from the crypt



When my feet hit stage gone and crown me king

Aint worried bout the cash I am the value chi ching

I get my fanz a nice selections like menu's at fu lings

Then I invite to my venues hit the stage looking clean

Hataz come a dime a dozen so block them out

Showing love, fans supporting is what I'm all about

Why did avias have to rap, cause it was a drought

Of real rappers, nice rhymes, coming out of mouths



863 polk county all day everyday



I just scored ahomerun yes!