Life is what you make it They say time is money If that`s the case I don`t neither for your broke ass
Life is such a dark image that i can`t dream i used to give this hard visions, in my near teens Yea I`m getting dirty money, but my hands clean Making money strech, ben frank pull a ham string Another get rirch quick hair brain scheme Just so we can shine like sterling Time goes on, consider me the new guy Walking in the office, brief case and a new tie Rocky is the flyest on the banner when i cruise by (how fly is he) the motherfucker too fly Shit change mane, act yo age not your shoe size Last of the dying breed, the game go her tubes tied Niggas selling true lies, I`m all about the mula Stressfull, so every now and then i gotta woo sah Bout to turn it up, see i`m not hot as fuckin` july Smooth suede shoes, i`m busta rhymes yelling "woo hah!!!"! Snacks on the menu, it`s best we continue Asap turn up events in the venue And these fucking critics to their bast to offend you They don`t care about your dress, and you veteran credentials Motherfuck em` all, motherfuck em` all We only shop boutiques, like motherfuck a mall And i`m bright as stars, fresh as death in these mcqueens My outfit is deceased, alexander rest in peace and i`m gone
[Hook: Drake] Who would've thought I'd be caught in this life? Let's celebrate with a toast and get lost in tonight And make it all light up Wait until the sun goes down, we gon' make this bitch light up Even when the sun goes down I'm a make it go
[Verse 1: Drake] I've been up for four days, getting money both ways Dirty and clean, I could use a glass of cold Spades Rolexes, chauffers and low fades I keep thinking how young can you die from old age? They always tell me "Nobody's working as hard as you" And even though I laugh it off man, it's probably true Cause while all of my closest friends out partying I'm just here making all the music that they party to But party on, party on all night, nigga I got these new rappers nervous, prom night nigga I grow tired of these fucking grown man liars Storytellers, they ain't even need a campfire But I just want to tell the truth Before one of these haters load a couple shells and shoot The shit feel like when Fredro Starr Was in Sunset Park stunting hard in his yellow goose And I'm a motherfucking missed target But a target none the less and I just started Was that directed at moi? Can't be They must be talking to themselves Hov, hands free And I'm just filling up this daily planner Getting busy cause I'm a star, no spangled banner Jealous dudes get to talking in they music And I just say I wrote it for your girlfriends, Kelsey Grammer That's what life becomes when you're doing you Welcome to Hollywood, don't let this town ruin you And if you pillow talking with the women that are screwing you Just know that she gonna tell another nigga when she through with you Don't get impatient when it takes too long Drink it all, even when it tastes too strong I got to feel alive, even if it kills me Promise to always give you me, the real me
[Hook: Drake] Who would've thought I'd be caught in this life? Let's celebrate with a toast and get lost in tonight And make it all light up Wait until the sun goes down, we gon' make this bitch light up Even when the sun goes down I'm a make it go
[Verse 2: Jay-Z] Oww, hoes turn they heads like owls, I'm the man of the hour Triple entendre, don't even ask me how Con Edison flowing, I'm connected to a higher power Bright lights will make your whole city light up A trillion watt light bulb when I'm in the night club I just landed in that G450 Caught the Mayweather fight cause the satellite was crispy Y'all can miss me with the money talk The smart money's on Hov, fuck what the dummies talk I don't do too much blogging I just run the town, I don't do too much jogging Ain't got a scar yet Cause you fucking around with me and my dogs is far fetched Drake, here's how they gon' come at you With silly rap feuds, trying to distract you In disguise, in the form of a favor The Barzini meet, watch for the traitors I done seen it all, done it all That's why none of these dum-dums could done him off The summer's ours, the winter too Top down in the winter, that's what winners do And to these niggas I'm like Windows 7 You let them tell it, they swear that they invented you And since no good deed go unpunished I'm not as cool with niggas as I once was I once was cool as the Fonz was But these bright lights turned me to a monster Sorry mama, I promised it wouldn't change me But I would have went insane had I remained the same me Fuck niggas, bitches too, all I got is this money, this'll do