Lyrics:
I want you to feel
But it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you
To just believe this is real
So I, let go, watching you, turn your back
don't understand I do what I can
Sometimes I don't make sense
I am, what you never want to say, but I've never had a doubt
It's like no matter what
myself ima finish the race
Hating then get the fuck outta my face
Amazing i'm not the one you can replace
I’m killing the game and i do it with grace
Me
type
It’s a different situation
The love you give is cold as ice
Even snowmen feel the draft
Baby, why should we carry it on?
If you really think you
get draft if I don't get stopped by the cops
Walk in the club and I beat up the opp yeah he just got cashed and he screaming stop
I'm in the pussy its
do the addition in ballerina shoes
Enough with the clever raps, it's more important than that
I put my city on the map, nigga
Yeah, I really put my
bring the cake
This is make or break
We do arts and crafts
You her rough draft, and I'm her final draft
Then she publish me all on her page
She ran out
switched
I ain’t smoking no green, but it’s always green when I shoot so I made the draft pick
I still don’t talk to some niggas or walk with some niggas
a book out called The Emperor Wears No Clothes. The author's name is Jack Herer. It's published by Queen of Clubs, and I think there's ads for it in High
my work so rigorous I
Don't want to fall flat, but try to evolve
Work on new formats, stray from default
Like it's my last chance, I want to resolve
And I'm flying straight to iit can't get caught in the draft
Risked my whole life to do it little guidance from dad
Making inspired music we don't give up
But, it's all good
I'm working it out so my dawgs good
If I win we win you know we all good
God gave me a chance to put us on through music
So ima do
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
to
Lock me in a room wit my phone and a pencil
Ima paint what I see by my window
That cold draft , is how I feel tho
Feel the cold build slow
Wonder why I
And the storm it brings the locust
Don’t step
It’s all about your rep
For every false image
I give another rep
Do I gotta be Huey or Riley?
Tell me what does
prospering now I'll do the desperate song shit later
I been, moving and cruising along the rap game
Seen the corners cut how some people made it shit is really
to mass
Try to take it I'm deading it all final flash
Final flash final flash final flash
Bad bitch want fuck and she got some ass
I'm in the cut by myself
company had traced my
Car and towed it away
And I hadn't seen one single dollar
Of cash money since I arrived
Stop that! Today's the day
What do you mean?
niggas and my niggarettes
Let's do it like this
I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine
Let's take it back to '79
I bomb atomically, Socrates'
niggas and my niggarettes
Let's do it like this
I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine
Let's take it back to '79
I bomb atomically, Socrates'
court advantage I play for supremes
1st round draft you the first on my team
I'm ready to do all them thangs
Like how many licks does it take to get
You
anything had to be okay
and I did nothing about it because that was the way I knew it to be
my life
standing in an open doorway
and you
you were the draft
in it
The same place where the rhymes is invented
So all I do is rap and sex, imagine how I stroke
See how I was flowin' on my last cassette?
in it
The same place where the rhymes is invented
So all I do is rap and sex, imagine how I stroke
See how I was flowin' on my last cassette?
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