Lyrics Draft Pick - AJ Tracey

(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)
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