[Drake Talking]:
Yeah
Right
Ahhhhhh
Aiight
I'm bout to do my thing
You ready?
Here I go!
October's very own
Drizzy
Taz You ain't even got nothin to worry about man
Check
Yeah
[Verse 1]:
Are you listening?
Is anybody listening?
Walk into a room and you can smell the Clive Cristian scent
A lot of n***as is threatened by my positioning
Thrillin bars you think I'm writing with John Ghrisam
Pen
I need Rose, nevermind the pricing
Know we brought cake to the party, no icing
No ice on, big Phantom no license
f** if you're feelin me as long as your wife is
No one in my city gotta pocket like Drizzy
I can rock fitted Jeans cause my credit card skinny
It's pitch black and covers all incidentials
And Ms. Rhone sorry you ain't notice my potential
f** ya rappers and your self-proclaimed status
I can only see green now happy St.Patty's
I know you waitin on a last quote
Check the soundscan and you can see that I'm the last hope
[Verse 2]:
By the way I'm Jewish and turnin 22
Get's depressing when you see your favorite rappers
Goin through it
Tryna re-invent themselves, showin' no improvement
Gettin' crushed by this light skinned young'n on some
New sh**
40 just recorded and who dropped this here
Cos I'm tryna f** Megan Fox this year
And if you got a stylist to cop you gear
And you are in my age bracket, you are not my peer
f** you really know about a Eames couch
Frette sheets, perfect touch to a clean house
Wide awake, but a n***a's livin' ya dreams out
Lookin like a photoshoot everytime the team's out
And is the realest n***a still I
A woman could love me to d**h but I'd still die
So I'm about us now
Smith and Wesson flow
You should tell them boys duck down