Number I Pick

[Intro]
(David Wesson)
(MCD, shit)

[Verse 1]
I ain't have to sell no fent' to run my paper up
Five thousand on a 'fit, not the basic one
I used to pour heavy, wake up, drop a four in a one
If they get me in that room, then I'm playin' dumb
This a Chrome Heart hoodie, in a foreign with a fully
How your pockets look, you might not never get no pussy
Just know the pole comin' if you niggas book me
Thinkin' 'bout comin' out with a strand of Cookie
My occupation countin' up and buyin' drip
Time'll tell, scratch the Patek off my bucket list
A milly up and I still be on some humble shit (Big Lou)
Bitch, it's East all-star, the number-one pick (Lou Gram)

[Chorus]
Bitch, it's East all-star, the number-one pick
A milly up and I still be on some humble shit
Bitch, it's East all-star, the number-one pick

[Verse 2]
Came in the game with dog shit and I'm still goin'
When Ri touch, we tryna have a mil' for him
Bro know his kidneys through and he still pourin'
On my way to the top and all my niggas goin'
Luckily, I ain't never had to sell a bird
It's crazy how I get paid from sellin' words
She got a Ghetto Boy and kicked you to the curb
I got billion-dollar bridges I'll never burn
I'll never look at rap like my passion
I love money, bad hoes, designer fashion
I got richer than a bitch and put my people on
You gotta come at least a dime, you want me on a song (Lou Gram)

[Chorus]
Bitch, it's East all-star, the number-one pick
A milly up and I still be on some humble shit
Bitch, it's East all-star, the number-one pick
Bitch, it's East all-star, the number-one pick
A milly up and I still be on some humble shit
Bitch, it's East all-star, the number-one pick