(Verse 1 – Game) Ni**as called me to set you up Want me to come and wet you up Cause you were out of town Ni**a like Biggie heard about the s**t with Diddy So I came through to vest you up And I got a vest for 40, a vest for Hush A vest for every ni**a with an owl on his chest and what I got LA unified, you’re better off committing suicide Teachers ain’t testing us See I know how it feel to be platinum plus Ni**as is jealous of you so they try to wrap you up Tat you up, but it’s OVO blood money Ni**a catch these bullets like he catching the bus Dark fame is a mothaf**ka Do a ni**a four favors, when you can’t do the fifth How soon they forget? Run up on you at your granny’s house Leave you lying like Fif How a ni**a supposed to love you ni**as? Heart beating fast when I dap and when I hug you ni**as Drake told me not to trust you ni**as Your energy off, you’re finicky, I rush you ni**as Just walk around the crib like Why a ni**a can’t live? Get this money, f**k these bi**hes though Thinking bout the beef like We can pass these motherf**king straps like a physical This my city, ni**a everybody know it Riding round town, just me and my four pounds Tucked in my Tom Fords, hope I ain’t gotta show it LA ni**as be the craziest, these ni**as do some shady shit Ni**as’ll run up on your car, catch you off guard Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit 40 I’m f**ked up
(Chorus – Drake) Y’all better not come to my studio wit that fake shit Y’all better not come to my funeral wit that fake shit Y’all better off realizing there’s nothing that y’all could do wit me All I ever ask is keep it 8 more than 92 with me, 100, yeah, 100 All I ever ask is 100, yeah, 100 All I ever ask is 100
(Verse 2 – Drake) Thank me later, thanks for nothing Thanks for bluffing Thank you so, so much for wearing your true colors to every single f**king function Had ni**as tell me to my face how we were family And how they love me while they was skimming off the budget Now, when I see em, they the ones that’s actin’ funny People been reaching out to me And I’m on some straight unresponsive s**t I would have so many friends If I didn’t have money, respect and accomplishments I would have so many friends If I held back the truth and I just gave out compliments I would have all of your fans if I didn’t go pop And I stayed on some conscious s**t I would have so many more friends If I lost my success and my confidence I’m in the club every time that they play the competition If they even play the competition and I seen the response they get Nobody’s even hearing it on top of the pyramid Might go to Jamaica, disappear again My circle got so small that it’s a period, saying to myself