[Chorus]
Draft day
Johnny Manziel
Nine years later, how am I the man still?
Draft day
Khalil Mack
I'm putting on for my city, you gotta feel that!
Ah, man you know I had to do it for ya x2
Yeah, real n***as and the feds love my shit so you know I had to...

[Verse]
I'm from where the most bodies occur at
Innocent n***as die, know they mama ain't deserve that. (Ugh)
N***as diss me in verses I never heard
No subliminal get at me in person boy I prefer that. (Get at me)
Dropped my new shit, and sold it for a dub a copy. (Uh huh)
Let's see how many n***as 'gon fucking cop it. ('K)
I'm building a brand homie you should watch me
Instead of hating you should come and join the celebration. (Laugh)
I step in Guiseppe, I'm not a Maury fan. (Uh uh)
Selling all these grams, I could of been Corey Graham. (Huh)
At the 40/40 with 40 grand
Need 40 bands for a feature, I'm sure you understand. (Haaah)
I'm from a city where everybody hate here. (Ha)
Everyday is a wake here. (Ha)
Bitches come to your funeral, frontin and crying fake tears
This shit is like Kuwait here. (Uh)
N***as go to the feds, their talent just go to waste here. (Woo)
I know little n***as that selling weight here
Dropped outta school he coulda been Shabazz Napier (Come on)
N***as claim they don't like me but be my biggest fans
Come outta the closet homie you Micheal Sam. (laugh)
You the type to scram when the rifle blam
Me, I'm shooting like Chuck Person the Rifle Man. (Brrt)
Oh, I see how these n***as is tryna do me! (Huh)
I'm Jordan in the draft when Portland took Sam Bouie. (Wooo!)
Now these DJ's and promoters regret it truly
Like Con we apologize, we made a mistake excuse me. (Haaah)
I had a talk with my n***a Rocko and Louie
He told me get this paper say fuck these n***as and do me. (Salute my n***a)
I'm a wolf in Wolves clothing. (Huh)
I'm Kevin Durant bitch I took Oden. ('Tch)
I dropped the Reject for you fuck n***as
I'm bout to raise the bar, this what they been waiting for. (God)
I want it all now n***a my face is gone
I hate the shit I been hearing, uh
You n***as rap about trapping and what you steering
But most of you n***as broke when I see you the shits apparent. (Hah)
I gotta get em they throwing shots, them shots is missing. (Huh)
Dissing nobody listen
Hoping they got attention
My trigger finger on this yapper itching
But when it come to spitting I'm a cross between Blake and Robert Griffin
N***as issuing threats, who you trying to scare? (Huh)
I look at your crew I see vagina there. ('Tch, fuck outta here)
Sneakers I'm rocking you'll never find a pair. (Huh)
Eli Manning I'm still a Giant here. (Haah)
Draft day. (Huh)
Johnny Manziel
Nine years later, how am I the man still?
Oh wait sidebar left some beat at the end
So you n***as can keep subliminal dissing to get your lies off (laugh)
Conway!
[Chorus]
Draft day
Johnny Manziel
Nine years later, how am I the man still?
Draft day
Khalil Mack
I'm putting on for my city, you gotta feel that!
Ah, man you know I had to do it for ya x2
Yeah, real n***as and the feds love my shit so you know I had to...