| Keep my name out yo mouth
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| I don’t know you niggas
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| Why they call you Drakeo?
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| Man, pull that 'K' out
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| We turn gangsta rappers to Pastor Mase round
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| Say now, say now
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| Still doin' them thangs up on them PayPals
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| Them my peoples though
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| Slid through bandacamp and mudwalked through Neiman’s floor
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| If you ain’t got no bucks for the Rolie then you can hit the door
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| I’ll throw 20 bands right now, who really need the dough?
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| You rap niggas pitiful, I know you in to snitch
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| They wanna nail Mr. Big Banc Uchie but can’t get a case
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| The only thing they can get f’real from me is a chase
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| Playing hide-and-go-seek and feel me till I find the safe
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| Now it’s green Leprechauns just jumpin' all in my face
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| And the mama and Betty Crocker fightin' now I be gettin' cake
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| And for my money y’all need a for Diddy sake
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| Kickin' doors in a bitch nigga house, fuck your real estate
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| Clear as day, I’m sure niggas know, shit, I be gettin' cake
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| Don’t ask where the GLE parked, just know it’s in the last --
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| Clear as day, I’m sure niggas know, shit, I be gettin' cake
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| Don’t ask where the GLE parked,
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| They wonder why they call me Drakeo
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| Was told to carry life sentence, don’t talk about what my name, ho
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| And keep my name up out your mouth, the coroner said it’s a case closed
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| We pull up back-to-back foreigns, moppin' out with a Draco
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| They wonder why they call me Drakeo Drakeo Drakeo Drakeo Drakeo
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| I’m mudwalkin' in Neiman’s spending this Play-Doh
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| A hunned-thousand worth GLE I’m so thankful
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| Don’t get it fucked up I’m still Mr. Ungrateful
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| Hateful, I’m Wesley Snipes in Blade clothes
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| Hit up my niggas and we chattin' on Tango
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| These rappers are sweet, they grapefruit, attitude mango
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| Killers on standby ready to war with Adolph
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| Osama Bin Laden, these 360 cameras I’m cautious
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| Pourin' up a 5 and poppin' these percs I’m nauseous
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| Typhus kid, my face is wearing a stocking
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| Kill all that tough shit, my niggas the real robbers
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| Ding dong ditch, you dealin' with real flockers
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| You a family guy, have a sit-down with Bill Cosby
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| You know Al Capone? |
| 2016 the new mobsters
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| A Bathing Ape in the junker with zero tolerance
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| I’m totin' a K, you know it’s equipped with a muzzle on it
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| You know that’s Drakeo, he don’t conduct with buster homies
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| The homies hate Drakeo, I don’t care I still fuck with homie
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| Get a whip 100,000 and then you can fuck with me
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| They wonder why they call me Drakeo
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| Was told to carry life sentence, don’t talk about what my name, ho
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| And keep my name up out your mouth, the coroner said it’s a case closed
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| We pull up back-to-back foreigns, moppin' out with a Draco
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| They wonder why they call me Drakeo |