Lyrics:
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
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 you
avowals of
Religious faith to maintain an
Aura of respectability our
Civilization, such as it is
Was shaped by religion
And the men who aspire to public
hard head make me learn shit the hard way
Dodging the fedz ain't the easy way to live, care
But nigga do it everyday to make a meal stack
Your phone
Now ballin out I'm first round in the draft
Had to look out for the snakes ina grass
Same ones who love it the same ones who laughed
When I was broke I
lend?
I mean I get it, All of this is new
90% of bitches hotter than 90% you knew
And they want nothing to do with you
So I guess not much has changed
call
Everything I do drop it all
Too lonely to recharge
Hit the road, hit the mall
Pick up as soon as you call
Crash into the wall
Everything is ‘cause
on a beat that's damn sweet
Freestyle and drive, no backseat
Can't touch Kendrick but I pack heat
Not a comeback, it's a repeat
Pockets full of racks by next
detect a little Communisim
I can see it in the things ya do
Communisim, socialism call it what you like
There's very little difference in the two
Now,
of MPs
Yell out, freeze!
And I think I gotta part in a movie.
Hey! I'm talkin' to you
Tell me what did I do?
You're a draft
it by my lonely now I'm the big homie
But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with
a dreamer
Bitch we dem boyz, nigga we the Beatles
1-8-7 No appeal, get it how you live
Before I go broke accountants jump off a bridge
First round draft
do it big, I ain't with the small shit man big is how I live
The flow is real heavy like a bitch at that time of the month
Pulling up by myself and you
the same
Bringing it back like Rogaine
Let us do us like romaine
Walk right by the line in my mink
Got a gram of moon rock slipped in my drink
Gotta hit
do you live under a rock
Mainstream got you trapped in a box
Singing along to songs
That ain't hot
It's been so long
Since there's been fire at the top
gone be on it
And I'm gonna do it super fast like my nickname was Sonic, so
During my campaign, I will not make an empty promise
I will do everything
(Rogers, nigga)
I could sell salt and equalize it, wait
I said I could sell salt and equalize it (equalize it)
Boy, I got every award but a Heisman
Do
the rookie
Starters can't put the numbers up
Maann, hate is so pasé, catch me in
A Tom Ford suit on draft day, nigga
And it's just me and my money
Ya'll don't
out
By filling up the silence with an organ sound
And by writing sentences I used to think were quite profound
And it feels like the weight is too
and all that bullshit you stressin'
Fuck a war
To explain, let me kick it to you a little something like this
Motherfuck a war, that's how I feel
happenin'
I don't give a fuck about you and all that bullshit you stressin'
Fuck a war
To explain, let me kick it to you a little something like this:
gottem
Verse 1
Its the NFL draft
Time to make my pick
Stunning on these cats
No time to be sick
Top ten pick
I'm in first bitch
His mouth slipped
out to all the refugee gangs around the world
Signal, signal, y'all need to chill with the drive-by's
It was the fourth of July I heard the cherry bomb
chest as Much as I wish
I'll get what I get
I'm directed and help direct
And I'm cursed and I'm blessed by my moon in Pisces to feel it all
It's a defense
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