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george ryan - draft pick lyrics

verse:
in my future i see plaques on wall
big mansions i just wanna ball
old paintings fill all the halls
diamond grill wanna feel like paul
hit the shops, shut down the mall
5’8 but feel 10 feet tall
hear these labels are trying to call
i been plotting your demise and watching you fall
i been through struggle, been through it all
tell these hoes leave, they all tryin to fall
i just wanna smoke trees, sip alchohol
find a b-tch that look like doll
i just wanna pimp hoes, fly to nepal
or charter a jet to a beach in palau
if they do me like oj, i better call saul
taking over this city, watch it befall

hook:
i feel like the leagues top draft pick “draft pick”
all these labels trying to sign a savage “draft pick”
said bye to my friends, packed my baggage “draft pick”
signing to the raptors, not the mavericks “draft pick”
i feel like the leagues top draft pick “draft pick”
all these labels trying to sign a savage “draft pick”
said bye to my friends, packed my baggage “draft pick”
signing to the raptors, not the mavericks “draft pick”

verse:
chasing bread but loaves i never bake em
on tour, i’ll bring home the bacon
hit trees, smoke to awaken
as the world watch texas sinking
feel depressed, i turn to drinking
feel sick, vomit in my lincoln
oh sh-t, the f-ck was i thinking
oh sh-t, the f-ck was i thinking
take sips, i should not be driving
new whips, that i feel alive in
volume loud, in the mountains vibin’
smoking loud, no it’s not surprising
like kanye, i’m monopolizing
life hard, it’s about surviving
gotta get pool i can f-cking dive in
rookie of the year, i will not be signing, no

bridge:
feel like a draft pick
top one, a cl-ssic
yea i think i’m that lit
i can do a back flip
and i’m still gone catch it
break the gl-ss on the basket
get home, hit the mattress
with a girl, she ratchet

cuz i’m the top draft pick
i’m the top draft pick (x2)
slanging that crack d-ck
sign for like 10 mill
f-cking up fashion
your boy be that trill
i’m the top draft pick

verse:
i’ve lost so many sweaters, my exes always take em
if you never, sleep in, the same beds, why would you make em?
i always, thank the maids, for picking up hearts, after i break them
she puts mints, on the pillows, but these girls always take em
they choke when, they ’round me, i know cpr, i could save em
but this moneys, on my mind, and i’m in love, with a jamaican
if you see her, in the streets, better know dawg that she’s taken
comes home, helps me count, all this money, i’ve been making
i feel like, charles d-ckens, all these hard times, i’ve been facing
i grew up, in a small town, look at all the time, i was wasting
feel so distant, from the ones that, i used to chill with in my bas-m-nt
it took me, time to grow, now everyone, around me changing
i had to get, this off my chest, had to make, this statement
argue with, my mom about, the life that i’m, arranging
she tells me moneys evil, and i’ll sell my soul to satan
but gods lives within me, and the only thing, needs saving
is funds for my fam, myself, and some vacations, man
d-mn…

- george ryan lyrics

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