- AJ Tracey Draft Pick 歌詞
- AJ Tracey
- As a yute, did sports in college
I never made that draft
I was with a bad ting gaining knowledge
Tryna split that cane in half
Look, as a yute, did sports in college
I never made that draft
I was with a bad ting gaining knowledge
Tryna split that cane in half
Coulda went stateside but I werent on it
Me and bro had to hit that graft
You can keep that deal, I dont want it
I can stretch this and make it last
I stepped out on the plug cause he raised that price, I dont owe him, G
American ting saw the Rambo live, she said, OMG
Im in a old mans kitchen workin white, put the O in Gs
I made a million quid, and I still got my ying, thats the Grove in me
The ends raised man wrong and right
See, I know whats right and wrong
But I still gave brodie the 44 long
And I wish that was just for a song
But the block that we hugged as kids
Taught man that your bestfriend 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 Georges
Crystal kebab and micks
I know ...
Who just wanna put more tape on strips
You cant impress man with sticks
My team got glizz with stendo clips
I dont care about indirects
Its live and direct when im at mans crib
Im In the Westend two man deep
Three yings, dont judge me I love my life
I told Mum I wont slip and die
So I stay with a pan cah the blocks still fry
Only gonna leave my crib fora check
Or a plaque, how many more hits can I get?
You niggas come like Steph Curry
With the verbal threats can its nuttin but net
As a yute, did sports in college
I never made that draft
I was with a bad ting gaining knowledge
Tryna split that cane in half
Coulda went stateside but I werent on it
Me and bro had to hit that graft
You can keep that deal, I dont want it
I can stretch this and make it last
I stepped out on the plug cause he raised that price, I dont owe him, G
American ting saw the Rambo live, she said, OMG
Im in a old mans kitchen workin white, put the O in Gs
I made a million quid, and I still got my ying, thats the Grove in me
I did 500 million streams in a year
I dont think Im clear
But, let me just be clear
Were made in the mud so we keep one near
Me and Dee almost caught one live on the mains
But a bus kept the yute right here
But that woulda had man doin 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 shits 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 say I sold out, cah I get the fans out
I spent a hundred racks on kicks
And I might go France cause Bond Streets empty
Mick said dont tempt me
My opps stay mad cause their ice is empty
To the niggas thats screamin my name to a chick
Man, I hope that your chatty mouth pays you
Dont lack, let my reapers take you
Go bill a line, Bitcoin wont save you
As a yute, did sports in college
I never made that draft
I was with a bad ting gaining knowledge
Tryna split that cane in half
Coulda went stateside but I werent on it
Me and bro had to hit that graft
You can keep that deal, I dont want it
I can stretch this and make it last
I stepped out on the plug cause he raised that price, I dont owe him , G
American ting saw the Rambo live, she said, OMG
Im in a old mans kitchen workin white, put the O in Gs
I made a million quid, and I still got my ying, thats the Grove in me
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