First Pick

Damn, I guess that me then Writing off a free pen That pretense is only true when you pretend How could I pretend like I ain't me It ain't no nigga that could even match my sequence You niggas geekin Look how I'm speaking it's like a reverend Now go and tell them That I was destined since an amoeba Only stress on what I invest in I learned my lesson Ain't no impressing people who feed on defeat It ain't no pressure for me to go hard on the beat When it's harder to feed all the mouths in the house And the note on the door says they want me to leave Tomorrow ain't promised The bars are the key for me starting to free us I'm starting to see it Draft day first pick like woah I don't know a nigga that can swish like bro I feel like Vic Wembanyama When I get all my honors Ima give it to my mama like woah Like woah Yeah uh I guess I'm the f*ck nigga that be done changed the beat And rearranged the seats I see the game is bleeding So he done came to free them from From prearranged beliefs This the sound of that nigga ET Remember me nigga