[Drake] Yeah, sound sound sound Yeah, real 6 side shit Sickos, ah man
[Verse 1: Drake] Yeah, when you get to where I'm at You gotta remind 'em where the fuck you at Every time they talkin' it's behind your back Gotta learn to line 'em up and then attack They gon' say your name on them airwaves They gon' hit you up right after like it's only rap Jewels look like I found a motherfuckin' treasure map And ain't told no one where the fuck it's at Shout out to the G's from the ends We don't love no girls from the ends I'm gon hit 'em with the wham once again I'mma always end up as a man in the end, dog It's just apparent every year Only see the truth when I'm staring in the mirror Lookin' at myself like, there it is there Yeah, like there it is there man, whoo I ain't tryna chance it I be with the bands like a nigga went to Jackson State Or Grambling Young Nick Cannon with the snare drum, dancin' Watch the way I handle it, uh Bring it to the bedroom, you know that shit is candle lit She know I'm the man with it, uh With the bands like I must've went to Clark, went to Hampton I ain't playin' with it
[Hook: Drake] I ain't felt the pressure in a little while It's gonna take some getting used to Floatin' all through the city with the windows down Puttin' on like I used to They never told me when you get the crown It's gon' take some getting used to New friends all in their old feelings now They don't love you like they used to, man
[Verse 1: Big Sean] Man that shit you talking raising my sodium When I step to the podium Like they bringing the trophy in They like "Aww, there he go again" I do what I got to do to ride up in that European I knew back when I was playing Little League down at Bobian That, that boy had that glow like he ran off with plutonium Back when I had a crush on every girl on Nickelodeon Man I knew I had to be in and out of Fallopian Bank accounts at Wachovia I can't be no custodian Just imagine how the drama felt Imagine how my momma felt Swimming in the debt boy I was hungrier than ever Ya this must be how piranhas felt I had to put my G-Shock back on just to go remind myself When we needed all kind of help Back when we was all alone on our own Now they on my phone brrrr Sean Don Corleone Fuck every OG who passed up on my and put me on a song Except for Ye so I'm forever repping foot up on the throne You was popping back when I was wearing pow chains Now you back at home, how mane? Whole squad come together killing shit like the Power Rangers I stay in tune and out of danger Lady on the way Mercedes on the way Album on the way Rapping like I got a baby on the way I'm like Baby with the pay Pay me when? Today Bitch it’s do or die, seven days a week and holidays Ho ass bitch
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[Verse 2: Drake] Way more gully gully than buddy buddy Never needed your acceptance, never needed nothin' You don't understand, I'm the only one to hear from You don't understand that it's me or nothin' Yea, I'm fuckin' glowin' up Shaq postin' up on niggas that I used to have posters of Real quick, man, you couldn't have hated that Let's be real, nigga, you couldn't have made it that Woah, dance how I dance, watch me dance You're fuckin' with the best, man, I'm too advanced After this drop I got new demands Can't meet the terms, keep it movin' then Make sure the plane got a phone now So when we bout to land I can call to tell the wolves I'm home now I'll tell 'em link up at the valet at the Hazy Think I got the shit that had the city going crazy
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[Verse 3: Lil Wayne] When you get to where the fuck I'm at You gotta remind 'em about where you been About all of the money that done came and went About the two cents I ain't never spent When they say you're too famous to pack a gat I gotta remind 'em about where I'm from Not about where I'm going, about where I've gone Stepping on a Swisher roach like a stepping stone Goin' at a nigga throat like a herringbone Boy, do I smell beef? Mmmm, pheromones Got a fuckin' halo over my devil horns Trap pumpin' all night like Chevron Suck a nigga dick for a iPhone 6 Fuck my nigga Terry for a new Blackberry You can get buried for a ounce of Katy Perry I was only five, but still remember the drought in '87 Lord tell 'em bitches I ain't got no times to play games with 'em I ain't got no time Tell her that I love her and I hate her in the same sentence I'm fuckin' her mind I got, mind control over Deebo Parmesan my panino Promethazine over Pinot And when my bloods start shootin' that's B-roll, bitch