Thoroughbred

Loss after loss like y'all tanking for the first pick

I might rock some Christian's to the service get the church lit

Brodie throwing bullets at the opps just threw his third pick

Hard headed but them L's made me learn quick

Everybody not your friend

They don't want you to be great they want to box you in

And they don't wanna see you win if it's not with them

Man they praying that I lose tryna stop my wins

I don't do no fake shit you either with me or you not

Got a couple brothers my circle small like a dot

Money over bitches I could never trust a thot