Drake - Number 15 lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, I had to do this sh** for my little brother Mar Young n***a just wanna hear me talk that Toronto sh**, you know? [Verse 1: Drake] You see bad b**hes and fall in love I be talking arithmetic in the club, re-negotiations Young Frank I seen all of your favorite girls naked And mental pictures were taken, I never forget they faces They're lucky I can't draw, but still I'm artistic Money on the way It's got both of my palms itching You boys in the wrong business, for real You boys in the wrong business All this sitting back and watching will make you a strong witness Testify on how I'm living, make sure it's non-fiction Don't leave out anybody that put me in this position We couldn't have done it better We changed this city forever Puffin shisha, lay back f**ing with FIFA What I get for the feature I wouldn't f** with me either for real Now I'm in it for the hoes and the checks Care less about respect from n***as I never met Champagne [Verse 2: Nickelus F] I know my city going crazy right about now Broke n***a, so I'm greedy Break a n***a down if they don't feed me Yo girl break her neck the same second that she see me And I bet my last nickel that she eff with Sweet Petey Bradley Cooper, a future is limitless I'm infinite, take a photo of the synthesis Grandmama got Alzheimer's but she'll remember this Ain't no way that she won't remember I wake up every mornin' shower, gather my belongings But I just quit my job, but got some p**y cause I'm balling From AM to PM, beefing with the BM Beefing with the boss, got fired by the GM f**, I lost my n***a to a goddamn murder In his own kitchen, with his own goddamn burner You ain't no goddamn boss You a goddamn worker f** beef when n***as dying for a goddamn burger My n***a, all we know is this pain Chain smoking in the city where they smoke you for chains Jamaica house to croaker spot, riding round smokin pot On Broad Street we all drink -- PBR and Rolling Rock Do this to get money, that ain't enough Do this for my city, that ain't enough Im like Andre 3k, 16 ain't enough I get down like Curtis Snow Dare you to call my bluff Bet you it won't pick up We ride box Chevys but we built Ford tough And I bet you that we won't give up The pigs try to lock us down But we broke through cuffs