Drake - You Only Live Twice lyrics

[Intro] M-M—, M-M— [Verse 1: Rick Ross] No, I'm never gangbangin' in my blue Chucks Money callin' so I threw the deuce up Yeah, they plottin' on me but they gotta do somethin' Told my dawg two-somethin' just to shoot somethin' (M-M—) Left them ni**as stressed out on the train tracks Rather you than me, here come that payback Got 'em lookin' for that paper that they can't tax Yayo so clean, I told 'em call it, "Ajax" Hialeah celebrated when Fidel died Patti LaBelle, who knew that we would sell pies? Standin' on your own is when you realize When all the lights go out, that's when you see the real guys Back to the real ni**as glowin' in the dark (M-M—) Never perfect but you know a ni**a hard A rich ni**a that'll pull up to the park Get on one knee and tell the kids that they are stars Bullet wounds don't be covered by ObamaCare Your funeral was way too soon, that's if your mama there Real ni**as deserve to live twice (M-M—) Plastic fork and some fried rice [Verse 2: Drake] Yeah, two-point, two for the Rafael Nadal Don't act like you're happy for me now Don't act like you wasn't prayin' for catastrophic collapses Catalog is immaculate Still runnin' the game, don't ask me about the practice Ho, you go on vacation, don't ask me about relaxin' Not sure if you know but I'm actually Michael Jackson The man I see in the mirror is actually goin' platinum Unthinkable when I think of the way these ni**as been actin' Yeah, I never did you nothin' and you play like we family, huh? Next thing, you wanna shoot me down, it can't be love Not sure where you was tryna send it, it can't be up That day you sounded like a b*tch, you fancy, huh? Damn, how can I forgive like this? I gotta dead a lot of sh*t just to live like this I had to fu*k a lot of girls to get a kid like this I had to get a lot of cribs to get a crib like this, ni**a That's why I'm movin' all elusive These boys on they last resort and it's givin' all us inclusive Been spazzin' since CB was chunkin' up the deuces, ni**a Your sh*t was boo-boo, excuses, excuses, ni**a [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Brrrt, may I speak to pussy ni**as? I just call it like I see it, I ain't even lookin', ni**a I just walk it like I speak and I ain't speakin' to them ni**as I ain't starvin', I'm just greedy, all I eat is pussy, ni**a Don't wan' see these pussy ni**as Y'all can't see me, pussy ni**as You keep talkin' like you eatin', I'ma feed you bullets, ni**a I might even cook a ni**a, all my weed is cookies, ni**a Shove a 8-ball up her pussy like a fetus for me, ni**a I got b*tches doin' lines, I'm Adidas to 'em, ni**a I got sentenced, took some time and it was easier than simple I'm so difficult to fathom like a fever in the winter I got women in the Phantom with they cleavage out the window Long hair, lot of tats and I smell like the pack Money trail right on track With that big body Maybach like it's a little Pontiac All my chains look like snakes, that's some real diamondbacks Pull my hammer out her pussy, pull her nails out my back I don't chill, I react On the scale, my pockets fat And to this whale, you like a ant I'ma dog, if you a dog, then pull your tail up out your ass And on this Codeine, I'm a turtle, it done shell-shocked my ass I'm the hottest on the cellblock, I promise I can fly to check my mailbox, invoices soundin' like Jill Scott Pill popped, house in Hidden Hills on the hilltop Her ears popped, she lick my lollipop and my teardrops, Tunechi