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DRAKE - Tuscan Leather Lyrics

CominÂ’ off the last record, IÂ’m gettinÂ’ 20 million off the record
Just to off these records, nigga thatÂ’s a record
IÂ’m livinÂ’ like IÂ’m out here on my last adventure
Past the present when you have to mention
This is nothinÂ’ for the radio, but theyÂ’ll still play it though
Cause itÂ’s that new Drizzy Drake, thatÂ’s just the way it go
Heavy airplay all day with no chorus
We keep it thorough, nigga, rap like this for all of my borough niggas
I reached the point where donÂ’t shit matter to me, nigga
I reached heights that Dwight Howard couldnÂ’t reach, nigga
Prince Akeem, they throw flowers at my feet, nigga
I could go an hour on this beat, nigga
Damn, IÂ’m just as famous as my mentor
But thatÂ’s still the boss, donÂ’t get sent for
Get hype on tracks and jump in front of a bullet you wasnÂ’t meant for
Cause you donÂ’t really wanna hear me vent more
Hot temper, scary outcome
HereÂ’s a reason for niggas thatÂ’s hatinÂ’ without one,
that always let their mouth run
Bench players talking like starters, I hate it
Started from the bottom now we here, nigga, we made it
Yeah, Tom Ford Tuscan Leather smelling like a brick
Degenerates but even Ellen love our shit
Rich enough that I don’t have to tell ‘em that I’m rich
Self explanatory, you just here to spread the story

Sitting Gucci row like they say up at UNLV
Young rebel, Young Money nothing you could tell me
Paperwork taking too long, maybe they donÂ’t understand me
IÂ’ll compromise if I have to, I gotta stay with the family
Not even talkinÂ’ to Nicki, communication is breakinÂ’
I dropped the ball on some personal shit, I need to embrace it
IÂ’m honest, I make mistakes, IÂ’d be the second to admit it
Think thatÂ’s why I need her in my life, to check me when IÂ’m trippinÂ’
On a mission tryna shift the culture
Tell me who dissinÂ’, I got some things thatÂ’ll hit the culprit
Them strep throat flows, yÂ’all need to stop with all of the talkinÂ’
All of the talkinÂ’, got one reply for all of your comments
Fuck what you think, IÂ’m too busy, thatÂ’s why you leave a message
Born a perfectionist, guess that makes me a bit obsessive
That shit I heard from you lately really relieved some pressure
Aye, B I got your CD, you get an E for effort
I piece letters together and get to talkinÂ’ reckless
I donÂ’t change like credentials, you know you see the necklace
My lifeÂ’s a completed checklist
IÂ’m tired of hearinÂ’ Â’bout who you checkinÂ’ for now
Just give it time, weÂ’ll see whoÂ’s still around a decade from now
ThatÂ’s real

How much time is this nigga spendinÂ’ on the intro?
Lately IÂ’ve been feelinÂ’ like Guy Pearce in Memento
I just set the bar, niggas fall under it like a limbo
The family all that matters, IÂ’m just out here with my kinfolk
Off everything my pen wrote we went from Bundy to Winslow
This for shorty up on Glengrove who love when I catch my tempo
I sip the pouring and listen to Cappadonna
The Fresh Prince just had dinner with Tatiana, no lie
All these 90′s fantasies on my mind
The differences that remind, they all come true in due time
I might come through without security to check if youÂ’re fine
ItÂ’s just me on my solo like fuck it, like YOLO
Wanted to tell you accept yourself
You donÂ’t have to prove shit to know and accept yourself
And if you need up needing some extra help, then I can help
You know, back on your feet and shit
Tryna get my karma up, fuck the guilty and greedy shit
How much time is this nigga spendinÂ’ on the intro?
How this nigga workinÂ’ like he got a fuckinÂ’ twin though?
Life is soundinÂ’ crazy, 40 on Martin Scorcese
And I wouldnÂ’t change a thing if you payed me, now real nigga wassup

How much time is this nigga spendinÂ’ on the intro?

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