Pickin me by Young DrA Lyrics
Hook
Picking me
Picking me
#1 draft cuz they picking me
Taking a flight straight to Italy
We taking these shots at the enemies
Keep ya composure
Baby we needing some closure
Shooting it live in the rova
Move like civilians
We moving like soldiers
Verse 1
Ya homies dey picking me
Ya shorties dey picking me
Dese nighas so sick of me
Rolley go tickety
The music was missing me
As long as you listening
Ima go kill the track
Tell em the real is back
I hope you can deal wit that
I'm go blow stack
Take time
And then make it back
Gave you the crown just to take it back
I’m riding a wave the type that'll make you go change the type that'll fck up ya name
Bang bang
Niggas be switching they lane
Just to get kilt in the paint
Same thang
Over over again
They keeping the chains on ya brain
Maintain
Gotta campaign for the pain
Till they complain bout the fame
God damn
I need some quiet before I go so stupid
If these niggas wanna try me then let’s get to it
I'm like
19 wit a hell of a flow
Regular joe
Gotta hit the peddle and go
Inhaling it slow
Niggas to repetitive so this the
Type of shit you run and let the president know
Verse 2
Woke up outta my sleep in my dreams I'm the one
I'm really the one
They said I'm the one
Celebrating's no fun
When there's no one to come
When there no one to come see my lyrics destroy Armageddons begun and I pray for my sons and my daughters alike
Yea my weapons a mic
Neva let go of light
For a moment that might blow
Maestro I'm so ahead of my time like I’m hitting the nitro quit slow might know how you rappers the same
Writing ya lyrics bout fame
Instead Ima show em the pain
You missing a brain
Strolling down memory lane
Until I can whip me a Wayne
Remember my name
Go tell em I Run it up
This money I run it up
They no that I’m coming up
Women in love wit us
These nighas they buggin us
Flipping the whip in the jungle but
They wasn't done wit us
I pray that you come wit us
The people who run wit us
Needa go buckle up
Cuz we taking over
These niggas they fckn the hustle up
Picking me
Picking me
#1 draft cuz they picking me
Taking a flight straight to Italy
We taking these shots at the enemies
Keep ya composure
Baby we needing some closure
Shooting it live in the rova
Move like civilians
We moving like soldiers
Verse 1
Ya homies dey picking me
Ya shorties dey picking me
Dese nighas so sick of me
Rolley go tickety
The music was missing me
As long as you listening
Ima go kill the track
Tell em the real is back
I hope you can deal wit that
I'm go blow stack
Take time
And then make it back
Gave you the crown just to take it back
I’m riding a wave the type that'll make you go change the type that'll fck up ya name
Bang bang
Niggas be switching they lane
Just to get kilt in the paint
Same thang
Over over again
They keeping the chains on ya brain
Maintain
Gotta campaign for the pain
Till they complain bout the fame
God damn
I need some quiet before I go so stupid
If these niggas wanna try me then let’s get to it
I'm like
19 wit a hell of a flow
Regular joe
Gotta hit the peddle and go
Inhaling it slow
Niggas to repetitive so this the
Type of shit you run and let the president know
Verse 2
Woke up outta my sleep in my dreams I'm the one
I'm really the one
They said I'm the one
Celebrating's no fun
When there's no one to come
When there no one to come see my lyrics destroy Armageddons begun and I pray for my sons and my daughters alike
Yea my weapons a mic
Neva let go of light
For a moment that might blow
Maestro I'm so ahead of my time like I’m hitting the nitro quit slow might know how you rappers the same
Writing ya lyrics bout fame
Instead Ima show em the pain
You missing a brain
Strolling down memory lane
Until I can whip me a Wayne
Remember my name
Go tell em I Run it up
This money I run it up
They no that I’m coming up
Women in love wit us
These nighas they buggin us
Flipping the whip in the jungle but
They wasn't done wit us
I pray that you come wit us
The people who run wit us
Needa go buckle up
Cuz we taking over
These niggas they fckn the hustle up