So, as usual, the squad was turnt on that court, flow on point, when suddenly this girl came up to us: Ball is life Britney is what she called herself. She was a fat, ugly, lardo, and had no skill at all- she was also hella rude. She started snatck talkin', and insulted my very one ma!
"The only ball you've gotten was the one Dunk Don gave you last night," My bro Romeo shot his fire straight to her. TALK ABOUT ROASTED!
"Ok, well I challenge ya'll to a play off," lardo said to us, and we accepted it. We juked her out, crossed over those 3's over her, and won 10-0. How's that for "Ball is life Britney?"
"You cheated!" She tried sayin'. But nah, we never cheat out here. We keep it all 100% real on that flow.
"No, your mom cheated, that's why you look like a Plummer!" I roasted her. That white marshmallow burned black from 100% white meat to 100% dark chocolate real quick. Ball is life Britney is outttaaaa 'ere!
BALL IS LIFE.
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Ball is Life
Non-FictionLet me take you through a journey through the life of Ball. These are all of my super fly personal dreams, so do not judge. Ball is Life.
