Geli GT's cover to Drake's recent track "Draft Day".
Lyrics:
Draft Day... Perry Jones. They won't love you til you leave and you putting on.
Draft Day... Chris Bosh. They still won't thank you even after you pull up off the block.
You know I had to do it to em..
You know I had to do it to em..
They said I've been gone too long?
But I'm on my way home..
Just so I can prove it to em.
Jesus Christ, I swear that I don't understand these niggas.
They say they down, but then they "dawg" you; they some Randy niggas.
When you're progressing, you would think that they'd be proud of you.
Like.. look what I've done then imagine what I'm about to do.
Instead they hate you still, and choose to degrade you still.
They talk down but I'm higher than the Navy Seals.
Chopper propellers too loud so I can't hear em talking.
And I swear I'm bout to run it with who I crawled and walked with.
We them niggas. I really mean that we them niggas.
Got a hideout underground, just waiting to pull triggers.
Smelling like teen spirit with beautiful women who're full figured.
In a white whip, whippin. Like I don't mess with you niggas.
Since I've been in college, I've been questioning a lot.
Like, how do I be spitting what they whipping in a pot?
How come doors never open, even when I knock?
And how come what they say we are, is everything we're not?
They say we come from slaves, history says kings and queens.
But on the bright side of the spectrum, history repeats.
Whether it be on earth or when we get called to Heaven.
Either way, Jesus was black and they lied about 9/11.
Makes me wonder what else they're lying bout.
Victory's already yours, so what you crying bout?
On the road to success; I'm tryna take the Zion route..
Been stuck and moving backwards, well.. because I've drowned in doubts.
Stuck in depression.
F it, have another session.
You would think that by now that I would've learned my lesson.
But nah.. circle of life is never ending.
How the hell could I be living, if I'm never winning?
That's what I ask myself. Never let nothing past myself.
The ball is in my court, but I'm still stuck in the pass (past) myself.
So, in reality, I haven't even passed myself.
So what's really holding me back? Damn, myself.
Been in Houston so long, man I'm even moving slower.
You see me coming through, then you should be moving over.
And Dallas, this isn't even a warning shot.
Just a reminder that no one could ever take my spot.
F the politics, their buzzes and their followings.
Hitler had thousands, Jesus had 12. Who was more dominant?
Team full of riders, and you guessed it right; I'm Dominic.
All it takes is drive, and I've got a lot of it.
Let me tell you what I think is funny..
How I left the city, now these hoes think they run it.
Swear that they the shit. Not until you leave my stomach.
I been cooking up that dope and I ain't even need an oven..
Yunno...
