DRAKE

DRAKE - 5AM In Toronto

rate me

[Intro:]

Yeah

This on some old Tommy Campos Dice Roll shit

For my niggas, though!

Uh, 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 can load every gun with bullets that fire backwards

You probably wouldn't lose a single rapper!

Niggas make threats, can't hear them over the laughter

Yeah, that's cause I'm heading 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, doing shit is way out of your budget

Owl sweaters inside her luggage, you gotta love it!

Damn! This shit could go on a tape

Bitches loving 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 is it always me?

Got us watching our words like it's wire taps on the team!

Cause I show love! Never get the same out of niggas

Guess it's funny how money can make change out of niggas for real

Some nobody started feeling himself

A couple somebodies started killing themself

A couple albums dropped, those are still on the shelf

I bet them shits would have popped if I was willing to help.

I got a gold trophy from the committee for validation

Bad press during the summer over allegations

I ain't lying my nigga, my time is money

That's why I ain't got the time for a nigga who's time is coming!

A lot of niggas PR stunting, like that's the movement

And I know them niggas still known for the music!

I swear, fuck them niggas this year, I made Forbes list, nigga!

Fuck your list, everything's looking gorgeous!

Without me rapping is just a bunch of orphans

But if I stay in the shit, it's a bunch of corpses

And me and my dread nigga from New Orleans

Stashing money like hoarders, of multi-platinum recordings

Eating like I'm seated at Swiss, Sotto and Joso's

Nothing was the same, this shit for Easy and Coco

This shit for Kareem, this shit for Jaevon

This shit for Julius, Milly Mill!

Boy, we do this shit for real!

All them boys in my will, all them boys is my wills

Anything happening to pop and I got you like Uncle Phil

Weezy been on that edge, you niggas just need to chill

If anything happened to papi,might pop a nigga for real!

Coming live from the screw face, living out a suitcase

But I'm feeling good, Johnny got me pushing two plates

My weight up, I refuse to wait up, I started a new race

It's funny when you think a nigga blew up after Lupe

Niggas treat me like I've been here for 10

Some niggas been here for a couple, never been here again

I'm on my King James shit, I'm trying to win here again!

A young nigga trying to win here again, man, what's up?

[Outro:]

Yeah

A young niggas trying win here again

If I like her, I just fly to the city I'm in

I got her drink with your boy, I got her fucked up Shawty

Awww yeah...

Thanks to Kake for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Kake for correcting these lyrics

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Anonymous
Wednesday 15th of May 2013 21:47
This shit hot