Cello Figaro - Draft Day Freestyle lyrics

I used to want to play ball, now I just want to rap Typical black, of course the hair is coarse Not really that good at losing, so I switched up the sport More or less, it's always more Though I confess, I put this beat up in the morg Their own mortality what got these rappers mortified I'm high as Mordecai I high five ghosts With no muscle man 'cause I'm too busy skipping the coasts You been the son I been your pops, I just rigged it to show And if you ain't know that's on the regular I'm going for the jugular, they should keep a record of My styles like one man hall of fame And just because you got the ball don't mean you can call it game I call it shame, don't call my name 'cause it don't sound as well coming from the lips You sheep a** n***a, f** what you heard from the herd Keep your word at your hip, and I ain't talking the sword of god Or talking bout clips, I'm talking the limp Pimp, don't let ‘em catch you slip I'm munching on a bag a chips relaxed as if The damaged did will suddenly relapse and then We can all be happy now, and not the Pharrell sh** The selfie selfishness, just know that hell exist 'cause we live here now, look in my eyes And see your heaven, can we get there now …fool I been profound You ain't been doing the education Like f** grammar f** legislation Two things I hate the most I'll say that sh** as toast at my brothers wedding And boast and put on a show Eyeing the bridesmaid Show her the standing up, she gave me a standing o Applaud the craft, do the match, I just want my credit You can keep the cash, kiss my a** Cuz I been here and still I'm up next like a re-run Look at all that we done The fans you got gon' hear our sh** And turn to you for refunds Someone tell Drake he should never let the beat run