Time, Pt. 2 (Draft Pick)

They say everything in life worth having, gone come with time you know

Aye
Money is timing
And love be blinding
Sometimes love & resentment turn to hate when you combine it
Sometimes I get stuck in my mind
Looking for my purpose tryna find it
She call me mike valentines I'm in them streets grinding
If you real I recognize it
I see thru the fake you can't disguise it
Back when I was broke you add our problems multiply shit
You was tryna see thru all my flaws
I'm tryna forgive you for them lies
But with this dick I change your mind quick
And you my ride or die bitch
Any time I was tryna hit a lick you was down to ride wimme
I thought you was gone be the one I learned how to stack and provide with
And we have us a lil prodigy maybe a draft pick
You my number one, first round
I'm just in the field running plays making first downs
Off the top ain't got time to write a verse down
Hearses round
Real business man, put yo purse down
Do this for my fam, I been tryna beat a curse now
Started from the bottom ain't even notice I was winning we in first now
We in first now
Free gang

Still the youngest flexer
I ain't care for fashion
I might stuff my opps inside a sweet aromatic
And yo bitch say she love me
Cause I'm charismatic
Open shot this shit a gift my niggas let you have it
Came from selling Jesse white, flip nigga like gymnastics
Pussy nigga sweet as Reese's, we catch him in traffic
It's only us up at the top, don't ever spell it backwards
And my lil bro tryna stir the pot, shit get hot I start blacking
All I spit is facts in raps while most these niggas capping
I just pray they hear my raps and turn em into captions
We gone put em on a hashtag turn em into fashion
I'm just cooling with the gang tryna avoid summer madness



Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Stewart
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