| Yeah |
| All these niggas try to sound like you |
| But don’t nobody sound like you and |
| Can’t nobody say the shit that you say and how you say it |
| Told my bitch, «I can’t be locked down,» she gotta face it |
| She helped me realize I ain’t shit |
| Know I told you I wouldn’t say shit |
| Ayy, but now she got me on some Drake shit |
| She got me on some Drake shit |
| Ayy, Maybach, Rolls, I spill the drink (Ayy) |
| Shoulder shrugs, I spill the drink |
| Said she don’t |
| I tell her, «Great» |
| Ayy, head down the curtains, the head was great (Oh, yeah) |
| Ayy, I’m high off of them Perkies with a muse |
| Somehow, she don’t seem to see amused |
| Somehow, I still feel she feelin' used |
| She saw my reaction, broke the news |
| She told me that she expecting too |
| I keep it cool 'cause I don’t know what you might do |
| Never judged, I never know what you went through |
| Now she got me on some Drake shit |
| Tell me what about my life that ain’t shit |
| You helped me realize it ain’t this |
| Say, I don’t know if love is this |
| Now you got me on some Drake shit |
| my life just ain’t shit |
| Tell me that your lovin' ain’t shit |
| 'Cause I done had true love, it ain’t this |
| Yeah, got me feelin' on some Drake shit |
| Yeah |
| What is wrong? |
| Can you hear the emotion (Yeah) |
| Think you just gotta stop bein' so shy (Yeah, yeah) |
| Oh, yeah |
| And you’ll be the biggest (Yeah, yeah) |
| You already are the biggest, but you’ll be greater, they just don’t know (Oh, |
| yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Yeah, yeah, oh, man |
| I know |
| Oh, man, but |
| Girl, I, girl, I, girl, I, girl, I |
| Got on my |
| textin' me for new shit |
| Was it love or was it just the music? |
| Was it just trust? I hate when I confuse it |
| Play with us whenever you come through with it |
| A couple rhymes and thick thighs and brown eyes |
| You know I know your type |
| Used to be so alike |
| And now we’re cuttin' times on the basis |
| On how we can turn to hatred |
| On how all these niggas ain’t shit |
| Of how now the picture’s painted |
| Green with envy and ragin' red |
| I know this nigga made his bed up |
| Gave you shoulders to lay your head on |
| Did some things you shouldn’t’ve slept on |
| Drake shit, yeah, yeah |
| You really are the G.O.A.T |
| I like it, you so lowkey, but you hard as fuck |
| All these niggas try to sound like you, but don’t nobody sound like you |
| Can’t nobody say the shit that you sayin' and how you say it |
| Your shit is different |