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Drake( Aubrey Drake Graham )
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5 AM In Toronto
[Intro]
Yeah
This on some 'old Tommy Campos Dice Raw' sh*t
For my n*ggas, though
[Verse 1]
You underestimated greatly
Most number ones ever, how long did it really take me
The part I love most is they need me more than they hate me
So they never take shots, I got everybody on safety
I could load every gun with bullets that fire backwards
You probably wouldn't lose a single rapper
N*ggas make threats, can't hear 'em over the laughter
Yeah, that's cause I'm headed to the bank, n*gga
Sinatra lifestyle, I'm just being frank with you
I mean, where you think she at when she ain't with you
Wildin', doin' sh*t that's way out of your budget
Owl sweaters inside her luggage, you gotta love it
Damn, this sh*t could go on a tape
B*tches lovin' my drive, I never give it a break
Give these n*ggas the look, the verse, and even the hook
That's why every song sound like Drake featuring Drake
Tr8, Y pree? Why is it always me?
Got us watchin' our words like there's wire taps on the team
Cause I show love, never get the same outta n*ggas
Guess it's funny how money can make change outta n*ggas
For real
Some nobody started feelin' himself
A couple somebodies started killin' themself
A couple albums dropped, those are still on the shelf
I bet them sh*ts would have popped if I was willin' to help
I got a gold trophy from the committee for validation
Bad press during the summer over allegations
I ain't lyin', my n*gga, my time is money
That's why I ain't got time for a n*gga who's time is comin'
A lot of n*ggas PR stuntin' like that's the movement
And I'm the only n*gga still known for the music
I swear, f*ck them n*ggas this year
I made Forbes list, n*gga
F*ck your list, everything's lookin' gorgeous
Without me, rap is just a bunch of orphans
But if I stay in the sh*t, there's a bunch of corpses
And me and my dread n*gga from New Orleans
Stashin' money like hoarders off multi-platinum recordings
Eat it like I'm seated at Swiss, Sotto, and Joso's
Nothing Was The Same, this sh*t for Easy and Cocoa
This sh*t for Kareem, this sh*t for Jaevon
This sh*t for Julius, Milly Mill
Boy we do this sh*t for real
All them boys in my will
All them boys is my Wills
Anything happen to pop and I got you like Uncle Phil
Weezy been on that edge, you n*ggas just need to chill
If anything happen to papi, might pop a n*gga for real
Comin' live from the screwface, livin' out a suitcase
But I'm feelin' good, Johnny got me pushin' two plates
My weight up, I refuse to wait up, I started a new race
It's funny when you think a n*gga blew up after Lupe
N*ggas treat me like I've been here for 10
Some n*ggas been here for a couple, never been here again
I'm on my King James sh*t, I'm tryin' to win here again
A young n*gga tryin' to win here again
Man, what's up
[Outro]
Yeah
A young n*gga tryin' to win here again
If I like her, I just fly her to the city I'm in
I got her drinkin' with your boy
I got her f*cked up, shorty
Aww yeah
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