[Nas] 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 gone hit 'em with the wham once again I'mma always end up as a man at 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 Yea, like there it is there man, whoop 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 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 gone take some getting used to New friends all in their old feelings now They don't love you like they used to man
[Verse 2: 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 an iPhone 6 Fuck my nigga Terry for a new Blackberry You can get buried for an ounce of Katy Perry I was only five but still remember the drought in '87 Lord tell 'em bitches I ain't got no time 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 blood start shootin' that's B-roll bitch