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conversations.value: Write me a song called Ball Game with the following description: Found off of Smoke DZA’s album “Rolling Stoned”, DZA has claimed that he enjoys working with people like Kendrick Lamar because it inspires him to improve his “ball game” (writing). Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
  Right
  Child of the ghetto, nobody explained to me
  I learned from the streets no picture was painted for me
  This niggas is frauds not what they claiming to be
  Got my 9 11 niggas with me, they craving for beef
  Let the chopper sing to them like Frankie Sinatra
  High-school nigga, probably got shoved in a locker
  This for my niggas up top getting ready for lock up
  These rap niggas weak, x em out like a pop up
  Known for making movies, give them an Oscar
  Fucking Lo junkie, part reason why they stock up
  Whole hood through the show, spending cake to watch us
  Come home to you Kush God on the knockers
  Ah, you fucking right
  Just another day another hard laying night
  These fucking weirdos, these niggas ain't bright
  Playing around with DZA ball game, riiiiight
  [Chorus: Smoke DZA]
  I'm on my way, real on cake
  Won't stop grinding till my crew all straight
  I do my dude don't make me loose my cool
  Knock them out the park
  What you wanna do niggas, it's ball game
  That's a ball game chump, ah
  Ball game, nigga, the ball game's done, right [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
  In every inning sure your career's ending
  You niggas ain't winning,
   really you're short winded
  The bases is loaded you ever notice
  Your spot in your game was took, as I look at your team choking
  Sore losers never can play us, a chin bruiser
  Send shooters on your block scurting off on a scooter
  I'm raising my stock with every hit record, look at my record
  Your status will drop soon as they message me in the session
  Minor league coaches we feed them bitches to vultures
  You posing as a poser, we post your death on a poster
  Your highlight is getting closer, to stardom we never start em
  We starve em and tire mark em, in the dust so you can watch em
  In God trust, I'm probably tied up with a cheerleader
  Just your luck you fucked around and let a queer lead ya
  Time's up, you play softer than Damien
  We aim it at your cranium and leave fragments over the stadium
  [Chorus: Smoke DZA]
  I'm on my way, real on cake
  Won't stop grinding till my crew all straight
  I do my dude don't make me loose my cool
  Knock them out the park
  What you wanna do niggas, it's ball game
  That's a ball game chump, ah
  Ball game, nigga, the ball game's done, right