Draft Day
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Roger Goodell concrete it's a draft day (woo) I make money I'm making it my way (yeah) Shades on my face can't see it's a bright day Smoke in the wood coming out its a high day (woo) Whole lotta scats, whole lotta tracks Got a dog inside of me still revving the cats (grrr) Whole lotta rats, whole lotta traps White boy from the subs when I drop man its wraps (uh) B.T.A business nobody is stopping us Born To Achieve man nobody on top of us (yeah) Try to be us but you can't boy you mocking us Hang around us but can't boy you watching us (woo) Say what you want it don't matter to me Catch an opp in Miami I hit em with three Throw my bro an assist like KD and Kyrie Never thought I would rap momma proud look at me (yeah) Never thought I would rap momma look at me now Two k on a song now i never look down (never) Hellcat to loud had to give it to the pound Rolling up in the deep if its smoke you might drown If you broke you got no one to blame Stay in your lane don't compare because we not the same Everyday you wake up and complain, Everyday I wake I do me and I smoke Maryjane (boom) I'm a first round pick I don't ever need a backup Give a bag to my bro so he gotta run his sack up Do you work nine to five? Scratch that, why you ask that? Eighty on my bag Sprayground on my backpack (woo) I just call up a hoe she pulling on my zipper (yeah) Sipping drank like its liquor (uh) Brotha shoot for me he pulling the trigger A rookie right now but one day I'll be bigger (uh) Check mark on your feet, and a star on mine (yup) Bathing Ape man I'm on different time Why you keep on crying? all you do is just whine (woo) Imma keep on shining, I'm not choosing a side (yeah) F*ck that F*ck a hater I'm still here making music Man I ran up a bag now I think I'll abuse it (uh) Too much power I don't know how to use it (uh) Going insane man I think I might loose it (yeah) Can't give you my heart cause it's covered in chrome Turn my back to the world when I get a Vlone (bee) Destroying my mental I think I'm alone No one gave me shit did it all on my own All by myself I'm looking down at you man at the top of the shelve (uh) Gotta take care of my health F*ck being rich when I'm forty I'm building my wealth (Yeah yeah yeah) Roger Goodell concrete it's a draft day I make money I'm making it my way (woo) Shades on my face can't see it's a bright day Smoke in the wood coming out its a high day (yeah) Whole lotta scats, whole lotta tracks Got a dog inside of me still revving the cats (woo) Whole lotta rats, whole lotta traps White boy from the subs when I drop man its wraps (uh)
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