Draft Pick
(As a yute, did sports in college)
(I never made that draft)
(I was in the bad ting, gainin' knowledge)
(Tryna split that cane in half)
Look
As a yute, did sports in college
I never made that draft
I was in the bad ting gainin' knowledge
Tryna split that cane in half
Coulda went stateside, but I weren't on it
Me and bro had to hit that graft
You can keep that deal, I don't want it
I can stretch this and make it last
I stepped out on the plug, 'cause he raised that price
I don't owe him, G
American ting saw the Rambo live, she said "OMG"
I'm in a old man's kitchen workin' whitе, put the O in G's
I made a million quid, and I still got my ying
That's the groovе in me (Traco)
The ends raised man wrong and right
See, I know what's right and wrong
But I still gave brodie the four-four long
And I wish that was just for a song
But the block that we hugged as kids
Taught man that your best friend could go snitch
I had no help when I was broke
But they want my help now the kid got rich
I seen kids that take out ribs like George's
Crystal kebabs and micks
I know niggas
Who just wanna put more tape on strips
You end best man with sticks
My team got glizz with 'stendo clips
I don't care 'bout indirects,
It's live and direct when I'm at man's crib
I'm in the westend, two man deep
Three yings, don't judge me, I love my life
I told mom "I Won't slip and die"
So I stay with a pan cah the block's still fry
Only gonna leave my crib for a check or a plaque
How many more hits can I get?
You niggas come like Steph Curry
With the verbal threat can, it's nothin' but net
As a yute, did sports in college
I never made that draft
I was in the bad ting, gainin' knowledge
Tryna split that cane in half
Coulda went stateside, but I weren't on it
Me and bro had to hit that graft
You can keep that deal, I don't want it
I can stretch this and make it last
I stepped out on the plug, 'cause he raised that price
I don't owe him, G
American ting saw the Rambo live, she said "OMG"
I'm in a old man's kitchen workin' whitе, put the O in G's
I made a million quid, and I still got my ying
That's the groovе in me (Traco)
I did five-hundred-million streams in a year
I don't think I'm clear, but, let me just be clear
We were made in the mud, so we keep one near
Me and Dee almost caught one live on a mains
But a bus kept the yute right here (Why?)
But that woulda had man doing toilet
Wine and three mums doin' up tears
I gotta think bout the steps I take and the moves I make
Man loved loonz when I had no cake
Now niggas show love, but I know shit's fake
Man want a zed
Man want a handout
Man want a gun
Man want the bands out
Man want snow
Man want the sand out
Man said I sold out
Cah I get the fans out
Spent like a hundred racks on kicks
And I might go France cah Bond street's empty
Mick said don't tempt me
My opps stay mad, cah their ice is empty
To the niggas that screamin' my name to a chic
Man, I hope that your chatty mouth pays you
Don't lack, let my reapers take you
Go bill a line, Bitcoin won't save you
As a yute, did in sports in college
I never made that draft
I was in the bad ting, gainin' knowledge
Tryna split that cane in half
Coulda went stateside, but I weren't on it
Me and bro had to hit the graft
You can keep that deal, I don't want it
I can stretch this and make it last
I stepped out on the plug, 'cause he raised that price
I don't owe him, G
American ting saw the Rambo live, she said "OMG"
I'm in a old man's kitchen workin' whitе, put the O in G's
I made a million quid, and I still got my ying
That's the groovе in me (Traco)
5ive Music
(I never made that draft)
(I was in the bad ting, gainin' knowledge)
(Tryna split that cane in half)
Look
As a yute, did sports in college
I never made that draft
I was in the bad ting gainin' knowledge
Tryna split that cane in half
Coulda went stateside, but I weren't on it
Me and bro had to hit that graft
You can keep that deal, I don't want it
I can stretch this and make it last
I stepped out on the plug, 'cause he raised that price
I don't owe him, G
American ting saw the Rambo live, she said "OMG"
I'm in a old man's kitchen workin' whitе, put the O in G's
I made a million quid, and I still got my ying
That's the groovе in me (Traco)
The ends raised man wrong and right
See, I know what's right and wrong
But I still gave brodie the four-four long
And I wish that was just for a song
But the block that we hugged as kids
Taught man that your best friend could go snitch
I had no help when I was broke
But they want my help now the kid got rich
I seen kids that take out ribs like George's
Crystal kebabs and micks
I know niggas
Who just wanna put more tape on strips
You end best man with sticks
My team got glizz with 'stendo clips
I don't care 'bout indirects,
It's live and direct when I'm at man's crib
I'm in the westend, two man deep
Three yings, don't judge me, I love my life
I told mom "I Won't slip and die"
So I stay with a pan cah the block's still fry
Only gonna leave my crib for a check or a plaque
How many more hits can I get?
You niggas come like Steph Curry
With the verbal threat can, it's nothin' but net
As a yute, did sports in college
I never made that draft
I was in the bad ting, gainin' knowledge
Tryna split that cane in half
Coulda went stateside, but I weren't on it
Me and bro had to hit that graft
You can keep that deal, I don't want it
I can stretch this and make it last
I stepped out on the plug, 'cause he raised that price
I don't owe him, G
American ting saw the Rambo live, she said "OMG"
I'm in a old man's kitchen workin' whitе, put the O in G's
I made a million quid, and I still got my ying
That's the groovе in me (Traco)
I did five-hundred-million streams in a year
I don't think I'm clear, but, let me just be clear
We were made in the mud, so we keep one near
Me and Dee almost caught one live on a mains
But a bus kept the yute right here (Why?)
But that woulda had man doing toilet
Wine and three mums doin' up tears
I gotta think bout the steps I take and the moves I make
Man loved loonz when I had no cake
Now niggas show love, but I know shit's fake
Man want a zed
Man want a handout
Man want a gun
Man want the bands out
Man want snow
Man want the sand out
Man said I sold out
Cah I get the fans out
Spent like a hundred racks on kicks
And I might go France cah Bond street's empty
Mick said don't tempt me
My opps stay mad, cah their ice is empty
To the niggas that screamin' my name to a chic
Man, I hope that your chatty mouth pays you
Don't lack, let my reapers take you
Go bill a line, Bitcoin won't save you
As a yute, did in sports in college
I never made that draft
I was in the bad ting, gainin' knowledge
Tryna split that cane in half
Coulda went stateside, but I weren't on it
Me and bro had to hit the graft
You can keep that deal, I don't want it
I can stretch this and make it last
I stepped out on the plug, 'cause he raised that price
I don't owe him, G
American ting saw the Rambo live, she said "OMG"
I'm in a old man's kitchen workin' whitе, put the O in G's
I made a million quid, and I still got my ying
That's the groovе in me (Traco)
5ive Music
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Writer(s): Sadiki Adisa Forbes, Aj Che Wolton Grant
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