[Intro: Rick Ross] All we wanted was opportunity (Just Blaze!) Lord knows!
[Verse 1: Drake] It's your worst nightmare, it's my first night here And this girl right here, who knows what she knows? So I'm going through her phone if she go to the bathroom And her purse right there, I don't trust these hoes at all But that's just the result of me paying attention To all these women that think like men with the same intentions Talking strippers and models that try to gain attention Even a couple pornstars that I'm ashamed to mention But Weezy and Stunna my only role models Haffa and Jordan my only role models That's why I walk around with all this gold on And every time I run into these niggas they want no problems Bottom sixes and chains, and some bracelets and rings All of the little accents that make me a king I never hear the disses they try and point out to me But it's whatever if somebody wan' make it a thing I'm more concerned with niggas thinkin' about Christmas in August Do anything to buy gifts for they daughters Get some shake, a brick in the press And chef it like Mrs. Fields; they're making the cookie stretch I know it so well, I know the hustle so well Stunt like I'm working overnighters right by the motel Drug money outfit, record clean Spend it all on me and my fuckin' team Matchin' Rollies for real, matchin' Rovers for real Places they say they've been, we actually going for real I'm really killin' shit, fuck all the jiggy rapping I'm going trigga happy just to see my niggas happy Mixtape legend, underground kings Lookin' for the right way to do the wrong things With my new bitch that's living in Palm Springs Young ass nigga, lifelong dreams They take the greats from the past and compare us I wonder if they'd ever survive in this era In a time where it's recreation To pull all your skeletons out the closet like Halloween decorations I know of all the things that I hear they be poking fun at Never the flow though, they know I run that Fuck you all, I claim that whenever I change rap forever, the game back together, yeah YM, I remain that forever In the same place my brother Wayne at forever I'm a descendent of either Marley or Hendrix I haven't figured it out cause my story is far from finished I'm hearing all of the jokes, I know that they tryna push me I know that showin' emotion don't ever mean I'm a pussy Know that I don't make music for niggas who don't get pussy So those are the ones I count on to diss me or overlook me Lord knows, Lord knows, I'm heavy, I got my weight up Roberson boost your rate up, it's time that somebody paid up A lot of niggas came up off of a style that I made up But if all I hear is me, then who should I be afraid of? Bought a white Ghost, now shit is gettin' spooky Very, very scary, like shit you see in the movies In this bitch all drinks on the house like Snoopy That's why all the real soldiers salute me Trill nigga, for real
[Interlude: Rick Ross] You know I love this YOLO, you only live once I'm going so hard my nigga, I swear homie Everyday is another opportunity to reach that goal
[Verse 2: Rick Ross] I fell in love with the pen, started fucking the ink The hustle's an art, I painted what I would think Still allergic to broke, prescription straight to the paper Destined for greatness, but got a place in Jamaica Villa on the water with the wonderful views Only fat nigga in the sauna with Jews Went and got a yacht, I'm talkin' Carnival cruise And these niggas talking like hoes, they mad they not in my shoes It's the red bottom boss, came to buy the bar Every bi-week, shit, I'm bound to buy a car Murder-cedes Benz or that bubble double R Headlights flicking, looki