Lyrics Tuscan Leather - Drake

Tuscan Leather

Comin' off the last record, I’m gettin' 20 million off the record
Just to off these records, nigga that’s a record
I’m livin' like I’m out here on my last adventure
Past the present when you have to mention
This is nothin' for the radio, but they’ll still play it though
Cause it’s that new Drizzy Drake, that’s just the way it go
Heavy airplay all day with no chorus
We keep it thorough, nigga, rap like this for all of my borough niggas
I reached the point where don’t shit matter to me, nigga
I reached heights that Dwight Howard couldn’t reach, nigga
Prince Akeem, they throw flowers at my feet, nigga
I could go a hour on this beat, nigga
I’m just as famous as my mentor
But that’s still the boss, don’t get sent for
Get hype on tracks and jump in front of a bullet you wasn’t meant for
Cause you don’t really wanna hear me vent more
Hot temper, scary outcome
Here’s a reason for niggas that’s hatin' without one
That always let they mouth run
Bench players talkin' like starters, I hate it
Started from the bottom, now we here, nigga, we made it
Yeah, Tom Ford Tuscan Leather smellin' like a brick
Degenerates, but even Ellen love our shit
Rich enough that I don’t have to tell 'em that I’m rich
Self explanatory, you just here to spread the story, wassup
Sittin' Gucci Row like they say up at UNLV
Young rebel, Young Money nothin' you could tell me
Paperwork takin' too long, maybe they don’t understand me
I’ll compromise if I have to, I gotta stay with the family
Not even talkin' to Nicki, communication is breakin'
I dropped the ball on some personal shit, I need to embrace it
I’m honest, I make mistakes, I’d be the second to admit it
Think that’s why I need her in my life, to check me when I’m trippin'
On a mission tryna shift the culture
Tell me who dissin', I got some things that’ll hit the culprit
Them strep throat flows, them shits to stop all of the talkin'
All of the talkin', got one reply for all of your comments
Fuck what you think, I’m too busy, that’s why you leave a message
Born a perfectionist, guess that makes me a bit obsessive
That shit I heard from you lately really relieved some pressure
Like ayy, B I got your CD, you get an E for effort
I piece letters together and get to talkin' reckless
Owl chains like credentials, you know you see the necklace
My life’s a completed checklist
I’m tired of hearin' 'bout who you checkin' for now
Just give it time, we’ll see who’s still around a decade from now
That’s real
How much time is this nigga spendin' on the intro?
Lately I’ve been feelin' like Guy Pearce in Memento
I just set the bar, niggas fall under it like a limbo
The family all that matters, I’m just out here with my kinfolk
Off everything my pen wrote we went from Bundy to Winslow
This for shorty up on Glengrove who love when I catch my tempo
I sip the Pora and listen to Cappadonna (Talk to 'em)
The fresh prince, just had dinner with Tatyana, no lie
All these 90's fantasies on my mind
The difference is that with mine, they all come true in due time
I might come through without security to check if you’re fine
That’s just me on my solo like fuck it, like YOLO
Wanted to tell you, «Accept yourself»
You don’t have to prove shit to no one except yourself
And if you end up needin' some extra help, then I could help
You know, back on your feet and shit
Tryna get my karma up, fuck the guilty and greedy shit
How much time is this nigga spendin' on the intro?
How this nigga workin' like he got a fuckin' twin though?
Life is soundin' crazy, 40 on Martin Scorsese
And I wouldn’t change a thing if you paid me, now real nigga wassup
How much time is this nigga spendin' on the intro?
If there’s hell below.
I’ll see you when you get there.
Are you enjoyin'
yourselves?
If we may we’d just like to close off with somethin' a bit
inspirational.
Hopefully something a bit relevant as to us all are having the
same fears, shedding similar tears, and of course dying in so many years.
It don’t mean that we can’t have a good life.
So we’d like to just maybe close
out with something, some food for thought, for all of us