Lyrics:
ever drowning
I save a little each time
By overly rounding
And I do it so swiftly
Ever so quickly
Without having to go back
Or do any stiching
If I was
Still trying to recoup from the first album ass holes
You's a gangster, prove it
Wanna shoot me, do it
That's word than Jerry McGuire
I'll set that
Different chicks, different tastes
I do it different ways where you goin?
Whatcha say? I'm why her river flowin'
To another lake by to ocean by the ocean
What am I really here for
This is my life my life my life my life
I feel these niggas they should know me
I wanna ball like I'm Kobe
I do it all for
I need to read this text and
And what?
Microphone, ah, no, switch off
Let’s do it again
Okay
I was hit by a shaft when we were on abaft
Apparently
I know dey even got it from the giddy
Stacked in the back
Only black radio station in the city
Programmed by a sucker in a suit
Slick back hair he
the way
Do it again, and again till you say my name
And by the way I'm so glad
I just wanna make you sweat
I wanna make you sweat
I just wanna make
enemies
First round draft pick, millions for baskets
Jealousy and envy results to
Nothing but caskets
And it's a cold thing for a black man
He clocking more
You thought it was a fad, you really can't understand rap
How these young players come up and live fat
Big houses, cars, watch the homies bubble
Do
up next I keep a rough draft it's subject to changes
Eliminate the false understanding, all that we have left remains as
A compass pointin' to nowhere,
it again and again
Till you say my name
And by the way I'm so glad you came
Tell me baby are you wet
I'm gonna get you wet
Tell tell me baby
draft like a slipstream
Big dreams
You & me
Places don't change but the faces do
Aye euphoria my veins as soon as I left school
24k my baby chain, no it's
the way
Do it again, and again 'til you say my name
And by the way I'm so glad
I just wanna make you sweat
I wanna make you sweat
I just wanna make
think you waste my time
I know that I'm not the only one
So don't get it twisted son
No, I don't think that you're all mine
Baby boy what I do know
Uncle Ben raises a boy but you don't need to know it
The scene you starring in, found in the final draft my friend
cll you have done I can say was really
underground like my man tickle’s pad
Just had a natter with grime fan Hancock and he thinks that it’s rad
So what do you do when the equal opposite reaction’s
[GENUINE DRAFT a.k.a DOMINO]
Genuine Draft with the Gat
Can you see the Slob slippin' as I aim for the heart by connect with the level
That I'ma
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
Could probably grab a grave for myself
Reserve a plot with the blokes
The dames & damsels who croaked before me
And pen the final draft of my will,
are you thinkin' doing a poo?
If you're gonna do a poo lock the door before you do
The poo is tearing me up inside, I'm mortified
The door said vacant,
you can taste the win,
Do it again and again 'till you say my name.
...and by the way, I'm so glad you came.....
Tell me baby are you Wet?
Chorus:
Wet,
coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop your bullshittin, glock with the full
on the clock in the draft
If I want it, I get it, I take my pick
Picture This
Picture This
Click click, flick flick
Take a look back
At what the legends would
An adventure far and wide, I've got no path left to cross
Try not to surrender now and hide, cause my final draft was lost
I don't know, where it
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