Rami - Tom Brady Lyrics

How can I not win
God got a plan and it's written in the stone
I got so much passion I could feel it in my bones
Bad lil' bitch, she be hittin' up my phones
All my bitches tens, I like Messi hoes
I cannot pretend, this shit in my soul
Wake up in the morning, I be in my head
God rest his soul when he layin' in that bed
Okay bad bitch from NYC said, put it on my dead
Okay, you crazy, back up in this bitch
I'm throwin' bullets, feel like Brady
Touchdown, endzone, I just made a play
Ballin', bust down, I been out the way
Too cold, too many flows, they can't even relate
Ask if I been eatin', bitch, just look at my plate
Windin' down, I take a bad bitch out the city
We out the way
New flows, new sounds, bitch, I'm on the way
Yeah, bitch, I'm on the way (aye lets go)
I got a lil' bad bitch, she right in LA (okay okay)
And she only text me when she tryna get back
Cant back down, feel that shit right in my soul
When i'm hittin it from the back, I be standin' on my toes
Told that bitch that she look good
She should strike a pose
And I'm climbin' to the top, and nobody knows
Yeah, I said, nobody knows
Nobody knows all the shit that I could do
Put yourself inside my shoes and tell me what you do
Versatility at its finest
I'm about to take a bad bitch out to the tropics
Aimin' down my sight like I'm lookin' through a optic
Like a emo boy, I just walk through Hot Topic
Bad bitch trending topic
Told you I ain't top ten
Told you I ain't top three, not two, bitch, Im the one
Run that back, okay, bad bitch from NYC
Said, put it on my dead
Okay, you crazy
Back up in this bitch, I'm throwin' bullets, feel like Brady
Touchdown, end zone, I just made a play
Ballin', bust down, I been out the way
Too cold, too many flows, they can't even relate
Okay
Ask if I been eatin', bitch, just look at my plate
Windin' down, I take a bad bitch out the city
We out the way
New flows, new sounds, bitch, I'm on the way