Álbum If You're Reading This It's Too Late de Drake - Canciones
If You're Reading This It's Too Late
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- LegendVer letra 4:01
[X]When I pull up on a nigga tell that nigga back, backletra de Legend
I'm too good with these words, watch a nigga backtrack
If I die, all I know is I'm a mothafuckin' legend
It's too late for my city, I'm the youngest nigga reppin'
Oh my God, oh my God, if I die, I'm a legend
Oh my God, oh my God, if I die, I'm a legend
I'm up first, I'm on tour, got a girl, she from the South
Used to work, used to dance in Texas, now she clean the house
Everyday, I was strugglin' to learn what life's about
On my way, money taught me Spanish, make it andale
Way up north, packed in Honda cars
They don't know who we are
Fuck 'em all, they only pussy niggas shootin' at the star
Right or wrong, I'ma write my wrongs
They can't live this long
You don't know where you're gonna go
I got this shit mapped out strong
When I pull up on a nigga tell that nigga back, back
I'm too good with these words, watch a nigga backtrack
All I know, if I die, I'm a mothafuckin' legend
It's too late for my city, I'm the youngest nigga reppin'
Oh my God, oh my God, if I die, I'm a legend
Oh my God, oh my God, if I die, I'm a legend
I'm the one, one
Why do I feel like the only one?
Why do I feel like you owe me one?
6 G-O-D, I'm the holy one
Yeah, you know wassup, yeah
They been off for a minute now
You know they all sentimental now
You know they all actin' different now
And I, I just can't pretend
Seen too much, it's so hard for me to let new people in
I can't change, this shit set in stone
They can't live this long
You don't know where you're gonna go
I got this shit mapped out strong
When I pull up on a nigga tell that nigga back, back
I'm too good with these words, watch a nigga backtrack
All I know, if I die, I'm a mothafuckin' legend
It's too late for my city, I'm the youngest nigga reppin'
Oh my God, oh my God, if I die, I'm a legend
Oh my God, oh my God, if I die, I'm a legend
I'm the one - EnergyVer letra 3:01
[X]Lickwood means rewind, a gunshot means forwardletra de Energy
You requested it so we rewind
I got enemies, I got a lotta enemies
Got a lotta people tryna drain me of my energy
They tryna take the waaave from a nigga
Fuckin’ with the kid and pray for your nigga
I got girls in real life tryna fuck up my day
Fuck goin’ online that ain’t part of my day
I got real shit poppin’ with my family too
I got niggas that can never leave canada too
I got two mortgages, thirty million in total
I got niggas that’ll still try fuckin’ me over
I got rap niggas that I gotta act like I like
But my actin’ days are over, fuck them niggas for life, yea
I got enemies, I got a lotta enemies
Got a lotta people tryna drain me of this energy
They tryna take the waaave from a nigga
Fuckin’ with the kid and pray for your nigga
I got people talkin’ down, man, like I give a fuck
I bought this one a purse, I bought this one a truck
I bought this one a house, I bought this one a mall
I keep buyin’ shit just make sure you keep track of it all
I got bitches askin’ me about the code for the wifi
So they can talk about they timeline
And show me pictures of they friends
Just to tell me they ain’t really friends
Ex-girl she the female version of me
I got strippers in my life, but they virgins to me
I heard everybody talkin bout what they gonna be
I got high hopes for you niggas, we gon’ see
I got money in the courts so all my niggas are free
Bout to call your ass a uber, I got somewhere to be
I hear fairy tales ‘bout how they gon’ run up on me
Well run up when you see me then and we gon’ see
I got enemies, I got a lotta enemies
Got a lotta people tryna drain me of this energy
They tryna take the waaave from a nigga
Fuckin’ with the kid and pray for your nigga
Naw, fuck all of you niggas I ain’t finished
Y’all don’t wanna hear me say it’s a go
Y’all don’t wanna see win win fifty a woe
I got real ones livin’ past kennedy road
I got real ones with me everywhere that I go
I’m tryna tell ya, I got enemies, got a lotta enemies
Every time I see ‘em somethin’ wrong with they memory
Tryna take the wave from a nigga
So tired of savin’ all these niggas, mayne!
Yeah
Run up
I got enemies, I got a lotta enemies
Got a lotta people tryna drain me of this energy
They tryna take the waaave from a nigga
Fuckin’ with the kid and pray for your nigga - 10 BandsVer letra 2:57
[X]10 Bands, 50 bands 100 bands, fuck it manletra de 10 Bands
Let's just not even discuss it man o-m-g
Niggas sleep, I ain't trippin' I'ma let em sleep
I ain't trippin' let em rest in peace
I can tell ya how it happened
I can tell ya bout them safe house nights out in calabasas
I can tell you not a rapper
Tryna sell these story I don't even open up the package
Who you with? What you claim?
I was paying momma's rent was I turning 17
Sold it dirty like diana never clean
My ex ask me where I'm moving, I said: On to better things
I been in the crib with the phones off
I been at the house taking no calls
I done hit the stride got my shit going
In the six cooking with the wrist motion
Drapes closed I don't know what time it is
I'm still awake I gotta shine this year
I could never ever let the streets down
Haven't left the condo in a week now
I been on a mission haven't left the condo
This that ovo that szn this that new toronto
I get boxes of free jordan like I play for North Carolina
How much I make off the deal, how the fuck should I know?
All my watches always timeless you can keep the diamonds
Treating diamonds of atlanta like it's king of diamonds
Take a flick I look like meechy look like bleu davinci
I treat v live like it's 07 in magic city
Man I told my city I'd be gone till November, then November came
Then I came, right back on my worst behav'
6 God put both hands together that's amazing grace
6 God selfish with the love, I need all the praise
(Woo)
They got me feeling like the one again
(Woo)
They got me feeling like the one again
Yeah shout goes out to Nike checks all over me
I need a fuelband just to see how long the run has been
I been in the crib with the phones off
I been at the house taking no calls
I done hit the stride got my shit going
In the six cooking with the wri-wri-wri-wri - Know YourselfVer letra 4:35
[X]Wallets, wallets, wallets, wallets, walletsletra de Know Yourself
Y'all sleepin' in the streets
Shaky warrior
Yeah, this that oliver 40, niko shit man, 15 fort york shit ya know
Boi-1da, what's poppin'?
Yeah, yeah
Runnin' through the 6 with my woes
Countin' money you know how it goes
Pray the real live forever man
Pray the fakes get exposed
I want that ferrari then I swerve
I want that bugatti just to hurt
I ain't rockin' my jewelry that's on purpose
Niggas want my spot and don't deserve it
I don't like how serious they take themselves
I've always been me I guess I know myself
Shakiness man I don't have no time for that
My city too turnt up I'll take the fine for that
This been where you find me at
That's been where you find me at
I know a nigga named johnny bling
He put me on to the finer things
Had a job sellin' girbraud jeans
I had a yellow technomarine
Then kanye dropped, it was polos and backpacks
That's when ethan was pushin' a subaru hatchback
Man I'm talkin' way before hashtags
I was runnin' through the 6 with my woes
Yeah! I was runnin' through the 6 with my woes
You know how that shit go
You know how that shit go
You know how that shit go
I was runnin' through the 6 with my woes
You know how that shit go
You know how that shit go
You know how that shit go
Don't fuck with them niggas, they too irrational
This is that nasty flow
Top boy in this shit, I'm so international
Reps up in here got p reign and chubby and tj and winnie
Yeah, and you know how that shit go
I might declare it a holiday as soon as baka get back on the road
Yeah but you know how that shit go
They so irrational, they don't wanna patch it up
They wanna mash it up, woah
My nigga jigga he whip it I ride in the passenger
I'm way up, I stay up, I'm two up, I'm three up
I had to get back to you, woah
I'm turnin' into a nigga that thinks about money and women
Like twenty four seven, that's where my life took me
That's just how shit happened to go
She know it, it a no big
Always haffi look out an ya know if yuh head buk out
Dun know, a de unruly boss, dis man
No bomboclat, otha
And if a boy like
Ovo crew my nigga can just suck ya motha
With no apology, I cannot
Yeah girl I say we cute, if they dis we get execute
That's the truth, ovo unruly
With my woes - No Tellin' 5:10
- MadonnaVer letra 2:57
[X]Breathe through, ride through, damn girlletra de Madonna
Oh man I don't know
Pilled up filled up damn girl
I'll be getting back to you for sure, man man
Laced up dripped up sauced up
Damn girl I wanna ride with you
Waved up blowing up blowing up growing up
Had to get it popping with you
What if I pick you up from your house
We should get out
We haven't talked in a while
We should roll to see where it goes
I saw potential in you from the go
You know that I did
I don't know if you know but I know who you are
You could be big as Madonna
Just get in the car and lets touch the road
Don't make other plans
Say you get up early, you work for the man
Well he'll understand
Pull up I'm pulling up on you in ten
Already on ten
Big as Madonna I'll say it again
Soon as you get in nah nah nah - 6 GodVer letra 3:00
[X]I'll admit it, I'll admit itletra de 6 God
Watch your motherfuckin' tone boy
Get hurt boy
Aaw here go another mo'fucker that don't understand
The concept of puttin' money first boy (first)
I'm 'bout to hit you with the work boy (work)
I'm 'bout to hit you with the work boy (work)
I hate comin' through stuntin' on niggas that I know
Ahh that's the worst boy (worst)
I'll admit it, I'll admit it
You haven't been a man for like a minute
I told you that I'm in it for the long haul
You can really get to business
I'll admit it, I'll admit it
Rolling swishers hittin' swishes
Got me feelin' like a ball hog
I don't pass 'em when I get it
I'll admit it, I'll admit it
You too worried 'bout the bitches
I got one girl, and she my girl
And nobody else can hit it
She'll admit it, she'll admit it
She ain't fuckin' with you niggas
And just like every single other thing in my life
You can have her when I'm finished
I hear the talk on road is I'm the shit boy
Phone call back home, shit is hot up in the 6 boy
Shit hot up in the 6 now shit hot up in the 6 boy
Shit is hot up in the 6 right now
Come see us and get it fixed boy
Black benz on the road boy
Already had a rolls royce
Sold a couple bentley last week, them were my old toys
I give a fuck about old boy
I give a fuck about his squad boy
I give a fuck about your mob boy
I'm the real 6 God boy
I'm about to say a true thing
I'm about to say a true thing
You was poppin' back when usher wore a u-chain
God damn you changed
I put it on 'erything, it's a er'tin'
It's a ovo come through murk thing
I know you heard things
Bitch I know you heard things
Yeah, I know you heard things
I'm not new to this
Coming from the motherfucking 6 side
I'm not new to this
Niggas wouldn't make it on this side
I'm not new to this
I'm not new, I'm not new
Yeah, I know you heard things
Nobody really likes us except for us
Yeah, all I ever needed was the squad so that's what's up
Yeah, my sound got the whole city a way right now
So I don't give a fuck about what anybody sayin' right now - Star67Ver letra 4:54
[X]Thats what they doin' [?], they actin' like these singers manletra de Star67
I ain't goin' to the studio until I have a situation
A subject, I need a beat, I need the producer
Who gonna be on the hook?
Man what is you doin?
Understood were with fuckin' clips, clips, ammo!
Brand new beretta, can't wait to let it go
Walk up in my label like, where the check go
Yeah I said it, wouldn't dap you with the left ho
Shut the fuck up, text from a centerfold
I ain't reply, let 'em know I read it though
Voice mail say she ready though
Niggas know I'm credible
Ain't no pussy on a pedestal
Got my foot on the 'cedes benz
Pedal doin' 90 on the bridge like
Nigga you already know
And if you don't know, now you know, now you know
Switchin' up the angles
Now I'm in the rows with illuminated angel
Four or five made of gold gave him [?]
My nigga [?] said the first meal gonna change you
Change for the better, hit it then dead her
Thats my vendetta, keep this shit together
God damn we ain't even got a scam
Cocaine cool, we ain't even gotta scam
Used to flip [?], now that old plug murked
Ain't a damn thing changed you can still get to work
(Just hold on one moment and someone will be right with you)
(We're sorry, you have reached a number
That has been disconnected or is no longer in service)
Yeah, I remember how I went to louis v with half
Watched them spread ten thousand dollars on the glass
I never ever thought I'd see that in my life
Now I'm in the east cause my boys are gettin' right
Man, I was on tv makin' fifty racks a year
After helpin' mama out the shit would disappear
I am not a man, I can't do this on my own
So I started askin' them if they would put me on
And they did put me on
Yeah, the did put me on
Now we in the basement and we workin' on the phone
Now we in the basement and we workin' on the phone, line
Line blowin' up, workin on the phones
Now we in the basement and we workin' on the phones
But I just couldn't do it had to leave that shit alone man
Hear what? [?]
(Laughing)
Ahh, no shit
In fright, in fright in our sleep
Alright [?] drizzy
Blowin' up, line blowin' up
They need the whole thing
Blowin' up, my niggas really need the whole thing
Blowin' up, line blowin' up
They need the whole thing
Blowin' up, my niggas really need the whole thing
I do better with the writer in my system
Oh yeah, I'm on [?] when you call me I'll listen
I listen unless I been mixin'
You know when I'm mixin'
You know when I'm mixin'
I smoke when I drink its tradition
Like zoe mama I go hippy
Peace sign in the air like I'm nixon
I'm mixin', I am not esco but it was written
I knew when they didn't
I been had these visions of the life I'm livin' since I was jimmy
All I just had to do was go and get it - Preach 3:56
- Wednesday Night InterludeVer letra 3:32
[X]Been a minute since we've slept togetherletra de Wednesday Night Interlude
Gotta get myself together
I've been thinkin' about everything
I don't know if it's because I'm lonely
Lonely on a wednesday night
Girl I'm lonely
I'll admit it if you just keep quiet
Girl I'm lonely
That shit ain’t my fault girl
Cause I'm lonely
Name another woman
Ain't no other woman who should come for me
When I’m lonely
Mix the remy, little bit of henny
I'm running on empty, I'm lonely
When I’m lonely, when I’m lonely
Heard you spend your summers in miami
At somebody’s house
That you didn’t buy
You’re young so have fun girl
I hope it’s worth it
Cause fuck it I’m not here to judge
Fuck it I’m not here to love
Everything you did to ball
Fuck it, I'm just glad you called
Ring ring ring, what a thing
Ring ring ring, school bell I ring
You and I got options bae
But name another woman
Ain't no other woman that should come for me when I'm lonely
When I’m lonely
Mix the remy, little bit of henny
I'm running on empty, I'm lonely
When I’m lonely, when I’m lonely
This shit ain’t my fault - Used ToVer letra 4:28
[X]Boys, now listen, we got more motherfuckin' tv screensletra de Used To
On the outside the damn tour bus
Than on that motherfucker. Boys playin' playstation
We come through motherfuckin' hang gliding
Off motherfuckin' versace skyscrapers
I don't get it, what more can you ask for?
Yeah, sound sound sound
Real 6 side shit
Sickos, ah man
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
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
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 our 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 valley at the hazy
Think I had the shit that had the city going crazy
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
Let's just let bygones be bygones, okay?
Let's just go ahead and just let bygones be bygones
I pull up lookin' like a damn cyborg, weighin' 224
Oh man, these boys don't even understand
Listen when you see ovo jodi pull up on the scene with drake
For goodness sakes, well for goodness sakes
You see this mixtape you listenin' to? This an album
Yea, we could have, we could have sold it to you for 17.99
Or 29.99 with the shirt, buy it at the target
These motherfuckers trippin' so hard
I had to look down and double check cause
I thought they had their shoes tied together
Motherfuckers got they shoes tied together
What more could you ask for?
Boys harassing me with these questions
How about this?
How about don't ask me no more motherfucking questions
We ain't doing no interview - 6 ManVer letra 2:47
[X]Boomin' out in south gwinnett like lou willletra de 6 Man
6 Man like lou will, 2 girls and they get along like I'm
Like I'm lou will, I just got the new deal
I am in the matrix and I just took the blue pill
No ho shit, no fuckin' ho shit, just save that for your shit
I don't need no fuckin' body, I run my own shit
Like soulja, I thought I told yah, you didn't listen
Fieri, I'm in the kitchen, I'm a magician
I'm on it, I'm like macgyver, I'm michael meyers
I kill careers and cut the lights off, this shit is frightenin'
I knew it would end up like this, I'm fuckin' psychic
Young but I'm makin' millions to work the night shift
Work the night shift
Young but I'm makin' millions to work the night shift
Work, work the night shift
Young but I'm gettin' every single motherfuckin' thing
I'm old, you gotta know
I'm here to fuck with niggas souls, my heart is cold
It's prolly cause I'm from the snow, with all my woes
I know they wanna see me go, I'm on a roll
I mean I'm back on this again, I'm here again
You know the truth, this not pretend, I'm not your friend
Not your guy, I'm not your buddy, show no lovin'
I might go demarcus cousins out in public
I mean I'm back on this again, I'm here again
I didn't do this fuckin' tape for cnn
I am not tryna win awards, that shit looked forced
It's nothin' like this
Young but I'm makin' millions to work the night shift
Work the night shift
Young but I'm makin' millions to work the night shift
Work, work the night shift
If you were worried about where
I've been or who I saw or
What club I went to with the homies
Baby don't worry, you know that you got me
I'm never worried about where
I'm at or who I saw or
What club I go to with the homies
Baby don't worry, I know that they got me - Now & Forever 4:41
- Company 4:12
- You & The 6 4:24
- JungleVer letra 5:20
[X]Rock me real slowlyletra de Jungle
Put a bib on me
I'm just like a baby, drooling over you
The things you do
These days, I'm letting God handle all things above me
The things I can't change are the reasons you love me
Listen you can hear them calling my name
I'm all over the place, I can't sit in one place
I'm not ashamed at all
Still findin' myself, let alone a soulmate, I'm just sayin'
Feel like we one and the same, our relationship changed
That or it never existed
Whenever they say somethin' bout us, you listen
But fuck what they talkin' about on your timeline
That's cuttin' all into my time with you
Fuck what they talkin' about on your timeline
That's cuttin' all into my time with you
Rock me real slowly
Put a bib on me
I'm just like a baby, drooling over you
The things you do
She said you're my everything
I love you through everything
I done did everything to her
She forgave me for everything, this a forever thing
Hate that I treated like it's a whatever thing
Trust me girl, this shit is everything to me
She from the jungle, she from the jungle
I take somebody elses car, drive it undercover
This shit is everything to me, this shit is everything
Don't know where we stand, I used to hit you bout everything
Are we still good? Are we still good?
Are we still good? Are we still good?
If I need to talk are you around?
Are you down for the cause?
Are you down? Are you down? Are you down?
Are you down for the cause?
Are you down? Are you down? Are you down?
Are you down for the cause?
You still down? You still down? You still down?
Rock me real slowly
Put a bib on me
I'm just like a baby, drooling over you
The things you do
These days these new girls got me nervous
They go to school and do bottle service
They can't decide, they keep switching majors
Being indecisive makes me anxious
Call your number and it's out of service
Who can I call for your information?
What am I supposed to do after we done doing everything we do
Who is your replacement?
Are we still good? Are we still good?
Are we still good? Are we still good? - 6PM In New YorkVer letra 4:43
[X]Yeah, yeah, oh, you gotta love itletra de 6PM In New York
Oh, you got—oh, you gotta love it
I heard what circulated, let's get to the bottom of it
I told 1da send me something and I got it covered
Somehow I always rise above it
Why you think I got my head in the clouds
On my last album cover?
The game is all mine and I'm mighty possessive
Lil Wayne could not have found him a better successor
Every shot you see them take at me, they all contested
Allen Iverson shoe deal, these niggas all in question
Last night I went to sleep wanting more
Tried to decide what direction I should go towards
Some nights I wish I could go back in life
Not to change shit, just to feel a couple things twice
28 at midnight, wonder what's next for me
Longevity, wonder how long they'll check for me
Prolly forever if I stay in my zone
I speak on this generation, but can't change it alone
I heard a little little homie talking reckless in Vibe
That's quite a platform you chose
You should've kept it inside—oh, you tried
It's so childish calling my name on the world stage
You need to act your age and not your girl's age
It gets worse by the annual, my career's like a How-To manual
So I guess it's understandable, man
Oh, you gotta love it, you gotta love it, yeah
I know rappers that call Paparazzi to come and get 'em
To show they outfits off, guess they need the attention
I remember when it used to be music that did it
But then again times have changed, man, who are we kiddin'?
I'm managed by my friends that I grew up with
I'd rather give that 15% to people I fuck with
If me and Future hadn't made it with this rappin'
We prolly be out in Silicon tryna get our billions on
But here we are, yeah
Lately, I feel the haters eatin' away at my confidence
They scream out my failures
And whisper my accomplishments
Bitches alter my messages like we had words
And stories 'bout my life hit the net like a bad serve
Bitter women I'm overtextin' are PMSing
Crazy this year—fuckin' with my image
I've been tryna reach the youth so I can save 'em this year
Fuck it, I guess I gotta wait til next year
And I heard someone say something that stuck with me a lot
'Bout how we need protection from those protectin' the block
Nobody lookin' out for nobody
Maybe we should try and help somebody or be somebody
Instead of bein' somebody that makes the news
So everybody can tweet about it
And then they start to R.I.P. about it
And four weeks later nobody even speaks about it
Damn, I just had to say my piece about it
Oh, you gotta love it—but they scared of the truth
So back to me showin' out in public, that's a hotter subject
I've been whippin' Mercedes and nigga try to budget
I gotta make it back to Memphis to check on my cousins
Shout out to Ashley, Tasha, Bianca
Julia, Ericka, Southern America
Part of my heritage, pardon my arrogance
Part in my hair again, that's that comeback flow
Comeback flow, once I start it's apparent
I'm with girl whose ass is so big that's partly embarrassin'
But fuck all the blushin' and fuck your discussions
And fuck all the judgement
Your content so aggressive lately, what's irkin' you?
Shit is gettin' so personal in your verses too
I wanna prove that I'm number one over all these niggas
Bein' number two is just being the first to lose
My city dictated music, nobody seein' us
Winter here already, but somehow I'm heatin' up
Been observin' the game and felt like I've seen enough
Let's drop a tape on these niggas then we'll see what's up
Yeah, boy, you rappin' like you seen it all
You rappin' like the throne should be the three of y'all
"Best I Ever Had" seems like a decade ago
Decadent flow and I still got a decade to go
Oh please, take it ease, where's the love and the peace
Why you rappin' like you come from the streets?
I got a backyard where money seems to come from the trees
And I'm never ever scared to get some blood on my leaves
Phantom slidin' like the shit just hit a puddle of grease
I cook the beef well done on the double with cheese
Special order for anybody that's comin' for me
Shit you probably flinch if somebody sneeze
You see they got me back talkin' like it's just 40, Oli, and me
Cuttin' all loose ends, I be the barber for free
I'm almost at four minutes going off on the beat
Feel like I'm in the Malibu that had the cloth on the seats
Man, oh, you gotta love it
And on top of that it's getting harder to eat
Rappers downgrading houses, putting cars on the lease
To think labels said they had a problem marketing me
And now it's everybody else that's getting hard to believe
But man, oh, you gotta love it
And head to toe I'm Prada covered
I know your girl well, just not in public
Blame the city, I'm a product of it
Young nigga from the city—you gotta love it
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