PICTURE REALITY

Album cover art for "PICTURE REALITY" by Draft Day

Draft Day - Rap, Southern Rap

PICTURE REALITY

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[Verse] Bro ain't learn his lesson with these bitches I ain't learn mine with these switches I been ridin' 'round like I'm wanted They want kill me 'cause I'm shittin' I just laid low till the time right, then I popped out, like, "Who want it?" Sippin' slow, slidin' through Grady That bitch loose, not my baby These niggas saddled up dickridin' hard, goin' too crazy Back up against the wall, shit was all blurry, I was going brazy None of my bitches can use me, five on her like the Fujis Stick get to singin' like Bee Gees, aimin' at BF and groupies Too many stripes on my arm, I hold up my charm, they know where I'm from Ho post a pic' in a whip, it got back to me, she wasn't there for long Niggas be crossin' they self out, tweakin' the info, leakin' Preach like a deacon, but niggas don't listen, this the info they missin' Draft [Hook] Bet it on me, you'll make it all back Shit I seen, no way I'm goin' back Bad bitch fiend, I'll break a ho back Big boy I-C-E, it's GIA, I ain't got time for fakes I ain't got time for love I'm in my mood, I almost ran out of drank I almost I flicked on a broad, I almost hit on a curb I spent me a arm and a leg, whatever double the bird Whatever double the bird, whatever double the bird Whatever double the bird, whatever double the bird [Refrain] Pretty in picture, reality dirty, the life that I'm livin' is solid The don is packed with exotic I'm so amped, trippin' on mileage I been had conquered Collins, I been had twins streakin' Ain't showin' no love, no one I grow up, all them niggas was leachin' All these niggas is pussy Number one pick by my fist, and come with that shit like cookies None of these niggas can press me None of they bitches impress me Doublin' down on a birdie, blendin' that shit like McFlurrys Green in my eyes like a curry [Hook] Bet it on me, you'll make it all back Shit I seen, no way I'm goin' back Bad bitch fiend, I'll break a ho back Big boy I-C-E, it's GIA, I ain't got time for fakes I ain't got time for love I'm in my mood, I almost ran out of drank I almost I flicked on a broad, I almost hit on a curb I spent me a arm and a leg, whatever double the bird Whatever double the bird, whatever double the bird Whatever double the bird, whatever double the bird

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Writers
  • Draft Day
  • ChildBoy
  • TrapMoneyBenny