| Uh, black hearts on my cardigan
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| At the crib tellin ya girl that we should order-in
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| Tell G to put his feet up on the ottoman
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| We just up against a bunch of rappers I go harder than
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| Damn! |
| I’m so Catriona smarter than
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| A lot of these niggas swear the coach just brought the starter in
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| Yeah, and I’m the type to tell ya daughter things
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| I float high, don’t try and cut my water wings
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| I’m still myself
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| Suicide bars, I kill myself
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| Charge it to the game, I bill myself
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| And I don’t feel y’all, but I feel myself
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| Aunty Doe, tell 'em I deserve a mazel tov
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| I’m rappin' like a Shepherd with the muzzle off
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| I’m next to blow, pause
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| And I can’t hear the critics talkin' over the applause
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| Yeah, I tried to tell 'em, Future let 'em know
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| Send the haters all my love, X and O
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| I got a black box where suggestions go
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| But I don’t really give a fuck, it’s prolly best you know
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| My reality is brighter than your dreams are
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| I got your dream girl ridin' in your dream car
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| Yeah, and the visual is stunnin'
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| I hope they document what I’m becomin' |
| Congratulations
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| So what you want an award or somethin'?
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| I’m at the private airport boardin' somethin'
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| I see nothing from afar but I’m far from nothing
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| Put on your poker face, I’ll pull ya card if you’re bluffin'
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| But I ain’t with the hard talk
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| I got a monopoly, catch me on my boardwalk
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| Like I said we pull your card and find out you’re a Hallmark
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| Just know I’m breakin' world records, no false start
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| I don’t see your point unless it’s gunpoint or somethin'
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| My deal like Weezy first week, one point somethin'
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| And my verses gettin' stupider
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| Wayne if you’re on Mars, can you pick me up from Jupiter?
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| Phone blowin' up, so I’m cuttin' off my cellular
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| I’m a superstar, noted on to my nebula
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| I will break a leg, break an arm and a fibula
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| When I break it down, when I, when I break it down
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| I hug and kiss the drum kick
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| I put the beat in my back pocket and just sit
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| But, you could never beat my ass, pause
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| Again, dammit y’all, again
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| Y’all, pretend that we are, some men that get it on, and in
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| I’ll die before I lose, 'cause I was born, to win |
| If he don’t fuck with y’all, then don’t bother him
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| And yes, I fuck this game but I won’t father them
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| Right, uh
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| It’s like, these days man, I’m booked and I’m busy
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| Dad named me Drake, Footz named me Drizzy
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| They tried to tell me I’d never be nothin' but a protege
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| But if you watched the VMAs, there’s nothing more to say
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| I got the key to happiness and all the copies
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| Remember this day like you bought a poppy
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| And damn, how I get so nice?
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| I just spent it all once, 'bout to get rich twice
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| Surprise party bitch, now it’s on and poppin'
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| I always choose dough like it’s my only option
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| 'Cause money always knows best
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| Chain snatch flow, they say «Get it off your chest»
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| And I’m what all the fuss about
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| And if they talkin', I bet I’m what they discussion 'bout
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| Hit me at the office, same extension
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| Consider me the reason y’all should pay attention |