DRAFT DAY FREESTYLE

[Intro]
Man, Fuck whatever ya'll talkin' bout
Y'all can't predict my next move

[Verse 1]

Ooh
Unlike you fuck niggas, who fumble when the bar is set
Said run it back so Niqa Mor could come and handle shit
Could add em up divide I'd still never be average
I'm too live
Times two times
I'm inclined
To kill it one time
Brad Coop
No limits
One Rule
No gimmicks
When I come hard ya finished
I ain't fibbin
In meetings deleting these niggas
I ain't with it

[Pre-hook]

Got em like
Damn
That girl growing up quick
That girl fillin out thick
That girl flex on the gram had to like all of her pics
Gram, you know I had to do it for ya
That girl never gon' quit
That girl one of a kind
She gon' have all of the hits
That girl nothing miss
Ahh shit, you damn right
Dream waking up to grammys next to my bedside
Sipping red wine on the airline reclined

[Hook]

And to you hatin' ass bitches
You know I had to do it for ya
One time
You know I had to do it for ya
One time
You know I had to do it for ya
One time
You know i had to do it for ya
Fake friends so heinous praying I don't fuck around and get famous
Fake friends so heinous praying I don't fuck around and get famous