NFL Draft
Chours:
Fourth and ten
1st down
He was winning
But now he losing
Privileged soul
Don't know the bottom
Had to speak
So the voodoo 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
Found him in the ditch
By the stadium
His in my cranium
So I'm like who
Betrayed him
He stood so brave
Now he ain't alive
To receive his jersey
F*ck nigga dead
Put a price
On my head
Zoe's hittem with that lead
They let me off my leash
I coppish
It's another murder
Had so much potential
Number one pick
Now he look like fish
In his grave
His so fast sleep
His soul left his body
Mezmami
Im like frankenstein
Don't f*ck with mines
Okay
Leave u leaking
Okay
While I'm just cheeseing
You better off quiet
So you can get selected
Don't reject this memo
With a little info
Do not reject a haitian
Do your chores
Be a good girl
You could of ran the world
But you had to speak
Entitled little bastard
The devil is your master
Verse 2
He is dead
Left his enemy
Left the wannabes
Ain't no wannabe
I just want to be
Different in this scene
So I wore Jean
Looking mighty mean
Like popeyes
When he get the green spinach
Yes he had a dream
To be Tom brady
But it died out
Cause he mouth slipped
Don't know the poor
Had a little more
They weren't confused
Instead they plotting up
How to get him
Cause his self centered
Only see himself
Like a this president
The blessings never trickled
Down to the poor
Forget his high school coach
Forget who took him in
And made him a man
Now he gotta die
Cause his popular
Every hour
Just blaming the poor
That can't jobs
So they turn to a mob
Just watching slowly his clock
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NFL Draft
Chours:
Fourth and ten
1st down
He was winning
But now he losing
Privileged soul
Don't know the bottom
Had to speak
So the voodoo 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
Found him in the ditch
By the stadium
His in my cranium
So I'm like who
Betrayed him
He stood so brave
Now he ain't alive
To receive his jersey
F*ck nigga dead
Put a price
On my head
Zoe's hittem with that lead
They let me off my leash
I coppish
It's another murder
Had so much potential
Number one pick
Now he look like fish
In his grave
His so fast sleep
His soul left his body
Mezmami
Im like frankenstein
Don't f*ck with mines
Okay
Leave u leaking
Okay
While I'm just cheeseing
You better off quiet
So you can get selected
Don't reject this memo
With a little info
Do not reject a haitian
Do your chores
Be a good girl
You could of ran the world
But you had to speak
Entitled little bastard
The devil is your master
Verse 2
He is dead
Left his enemy
Left the wannabes
Ain't no wannabe
I just want to be
Different in this scene
So I wore Jean
Looking mighty mean
Like popeyes
When he get the green spinach
Yes he had a dream
To be Tom brady
But it died out
Cause he mouth slipped
Don't know the poor
Had a little more
They weren't confused
Instead they plotting up
How to get him
Cause his self centered
Only see himself
Like a this president
The blessings never trickled
Down to the poor
Forget his high school coach
Forget who took him in
And made him a man
Now he gotta die
Cause his popular
Every hour
Just blaming the poor
That can't jobs
So they turn to a mob
Just watching slowly his clock
Chours:
Fourth and ten
1st down
He was winning
But now he losing
Privileged soul
Don't know the bottom
Had to speak
So the voodoo 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
Found him in the ditch
By the stadium
His in my cranium
So I'm like who
Betrayed him
He stood so brave
Now he ain't alive
To receive his jersey
F*ck nigga dead
Put a price
On my head
Zoe's hittem with that lead
They let me off my leash
I coppish
It's another murder
Had so much potential
Number one pick
Now he look like fish
In his grave
His so fast sleep
His soul left his body
Mezmami
Im like frankenstein
Don't f*ck with mines
Okay
Leave u leaking
Okay
While I'm just cheeseing
You better off quiet
So you can get selected
Don't reject this memo
With a little info
Do not reject a haitian
Do your chores
Be a good girl
You could of ran the world
But you had to speak
Entitled little bastard
The devil is your master
Verse 2
He is dead
Left his enemy
Left the wannabes
Ain't no wannabe
I just want to be
Different in this scene
So I wore Jean
Looking mighty mean
Like popeyes
When he get the green spinach
Yes he had a dream
To be Tom brady
But it died out
Cause he mouth slipped
Don't know the poor
Had a little more
They weren't confused
Instead they plotting up
How to get him
Cause his self centered
Only see himself
Like a this president
The blessings never trickled
Down to the poor
Forget his high school coach
Forget who took him in
And made him a man
Now he gotta die
Cause his popular
Every hour
Just blaming the poor
That can't jobs
So they turn to a mob
Just watching slowly his clock