[Intro]
Yeah
This song’s from old Tommy Campos Dice Raw shit
For my niggas, 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
Niggas make threats, can’t hear ‘em over the laughter
Yeah, that’s cause I’m headed to the bank, nigga
Sinatra lifestyle, I’m just being Frank with you
I mean, where you think she at when she ain’t with you
Wildin’, doin’ shit that’s way out of your budget
Owl sweaters and saddle luggage, you gotta love it
Damn, this shit could go on a tape
Bitches lovin’ my drive, I never give it a break
Give these niggas the look, the verse, and even the hook
That’s why every song sound like Drake featuring Drake
Tr8, Y pree?, why’s 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 niggas
Guess it’s funny how money can make change outta niggas
For real
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[Verse 1: Drake]
I have to watch the road
I swear that every car that passes has you in it
I can’t believe we’re finished
My life is movin’ fast
The time will often pass
And something will remind me
I can’t put this behind me
I thought you would’ve called by now, by now
You could’ve had my all by now, by now
It’s been too many years for you to disappear
And have me asking the question
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[Hook: Drake]
You tryna come up, I am the come up
I be standin’ right here when the sun up
You be gettin’ done up if you niggas try and run up
You livin’ good, go ‘head and throw a one up
You tryna come up, I am the come up
I be standin’ right here when the sun up
You be gettin’ done up if you niggas try and run up
You livin’ good, go ‘head and throw ya one up
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[Verse 1]
I might be too strung out on compliments
Overdosed on confidence
Started not to give a f-ck and stop fearing the consequence
Drinking every night because we drink to my accomplishments
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[Bun B - Verse 1]
Now when it come to making money I’m a printing press
when it come to being Trill I’m a litmus test
I run it like a fitness test
and when it come to making history I’m like Joe’s son
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