| Yeah
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| All you self promoters are janky
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| We established like the Yankees
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| This whole fucking game thank us
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| We movin' militant but somehow you the one tankin'
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| No limit to where I can take it
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| And you know me as a Cris bottle sender
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| Check picker upper
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| I thought we looked out for one another
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| Saw us all as brothers in the struggle
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| Too blessed to be humble
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| I guess it’s different in the city I come from
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| All the sudden I got people showing how much they truly resent me
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| They whole demeanor just spells envy
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| They tryna tempt me
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| The higher I get, the less they accept me
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| Even had the OG’s tryna press me
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| Ha-ha-ha-ha
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| No way out cause I’m already in it
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| I’m not attending when I do a show and get a ticket
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| Good business can clean millions, I got the vision
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| I been had it since No Scrubs and No Pigeons
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| Even back when I wasn’t as poppin'
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| When they told me take an R&B nigga on the road and I told 'em no and drew for
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| Kendrick and Rocky
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| I tried to make the right choices with the world watching
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| «Mike never tried to rap like Pac
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| Pac never tried to sing like Mike»
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| Those my dad’s words to me when I asked him how to make it in life
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| And I always said my mother gave the greatest advice
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| Look at me now, they look at me like the golden child
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| Can’t nobody hold me down, especially not right now
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| Certain shit just too wild to reconcile
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| Take that, take that no love in they heart so they fake that
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| DiCaprio level the way they play that, damn nigga, what is that
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| Y’all don’t hear no songs then hit my phone like you did that
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| And you even hit my line like where you been at
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| It’s always on some shit like when can I get a favor
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| Or where my bitch at, like I’m about to tell you where she been at
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| Costa Careyes, I got her kidnapped
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| She ain’t sorry and I ain’t sorry, it’s too late for sorry
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| Green, White and Red on my body cause I’m dipped in Ferrari
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| All she wanna do is get high and listen to PARTY
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| She complain, I tell the driver to drop her at Barneys
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| My summer diet is just Rosé and calamari
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| Look now you got me started
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| I’m the black sheep, rest in peace to Chris Farley
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| I got a lot to lose cause in every situation
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| I’m the bigger artist, always gotta play it smarter
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| Y’all shook up, I’m here on the cookup
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| Cameras pointing every time I look up
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| That’s why I gotta duck behind Chubb shoulder just to hit the Kush up
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| Sponsorship dollars is sky high
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| He be like, «Drake, will you please stop smoking la la?»
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| Chubbs, why try, I’m a thug, I’mma die high
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| Got the Rose pink tinted lenses, it’s a Wednesday
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| Architects takin' dimensions, they redoin' the entrance
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| Yeah, redoin' the entrance
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| Kinda like when you drop on some again and again shit
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| And you still never quite get it
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| Meantime Drizzy over there, tryna make you
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| Make you dance to this, yeah I make you dance to this
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| I rode big body, widebody, Calabasas road winder
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| Sunshinin', waxed tires
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| See Kris Jenner, I beep twice and I wave
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| The rest of you boys I blow Keysh right in your face
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| Pistol by my bed, I’m sleep but I’m awake
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| For that one night you niggas try to reach inside my safe
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| Don’t push me cause I’m way too uneasy nowadays
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| These guys move so greasy nowadays
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| I tell you my life and y’all don’t believe me when I say it
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| Save my stories for down the line, I’m too ahead of the curve every time
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| Just total the hits and see what you find
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| You SWV cause you weak and I’m always always on your mind
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| Yeah
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| And we can’t stop
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| Make you dance to this
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| I’mma make you One Dance to this
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| Bod breed bod bwoi |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 4pm in Calabasas , by - Drake. Song from the album Care Package, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп