Ft. Drake

(Intro: RiFF RAFF)
Boys, now listen, we got mo' muthafuckin' T.V. screens 
On the outside the dang tour bus than on that muthafucka
Boys playing Playstation we come thru muthafuckin' hang glidin' 
Off muthafuckin' Versace skyscrapers
I don't get it, what mo' can ya ask fo'?
Yeah, sound sound sound
Real six side shit
Sickos, ah mane!

(Verse: Drake)
Yeah, when ya get to where I'm at
Ya got to remind 'em where the fuck ya at
Erry time they talking it's behind yo back
Got to learn to line 'em up & then attack
They gone say yo name on them airwaves
They gone hit ya up right after like it's only rap
Jewels look like I found a muthafuckin' treasure map
And ain't told no one where the fuck it's at
Shout out to the G's from the -eans
We don't love no girls from the -eans
I'm gone hit 'em wit the wham once again
I'mma always end up as a man at the end, dog
It's just apparent erry year
Only see the truth when I'm starin' in the mirror
Looking at myself like there it is there
Yea, like there it is there man, whoop
I ain't tryin' to chance it
I be wit the bands like a nigga went to Jackson State or Gramblin'
Young Nick Cannon wit the snare drum, dancin'
Watch the way I handle it
Bring it to the bedroom, ya know that shit is candle lit
She know I'm the man wit it, uh
Wit the bands like I must've went to Clark, went to Hampton
I ain't playin' wit it

(Hook)
I ain't felt the pressure in a lil while
It's goin' to take sum' gettin' used to
Floating all thru the city wit the windows down
Putting on like I used to
They neva told me when ya get the crown
It's gon' take sum' gettin' used to
New friends all in they' ole feelin's now
They don't luv ya like they used to, man

(Verse 2: Lil Wayne)
When ya get to where the fuck I'm at
Ya got to remind em about where ya been
About all of the money that done came & went
About the two cents I ain't neva spent
When they say you're too famous to pack a gat'
I got to remind 'em about where I'm from
Not about where I'm goin', about where I've gone
Stepping on to squish a roach like a steppin' stone
Going at a nigga throat like a herringbone
Boy do I smell beef? Mmm pheromones
Got a fucking halo ova my devil horns
Trap pumping all night like Chevron
Suck a nigga dick fo' an iPhone 6
Fuck my nigga Terry fo' a new Blackberry
Ya can buried fo' an ounce of Katy Perry
I was only five but still remember the drought in '87
Lord tell 'em bitches I ain't got no time to play games wit 'em
I ain't got no time
Tell 'er that I luv 'er & I hate 'er in the same sentence
I'm fucking her mind
I got, mind control over Deebo, Parmesan my panino
Promethazine ova Pinot & when my blood start shooting that's Broll, bitch

(Hook)
I ain't felt the pressure in a lil while
It's goin' to take sum' gettin' used to
Floating all thru the city wit the windows down
Putting on like I used to
They neva told me when ya get the crown
It's gon' take sum' gettin' used to
New friends all in they' ole feelin's now
They don't luv ya like they used to, man

(Outro)
Let's just let bygones be bygones, okay?
Let's just go ahead & just let bygones be bygones
I pull up lookin' like a damn cyborg, weighin' 224
Oh man, these boys don't even understand
Listen when ya see OVO Jodi pull up on the scene wit Drake
Fo' goodness sake, well fo' goodness sake
Ya see this mix tape ya listenin' to? This an album
Yeah, we could have, we could have sold it to ya fo' 17.99 
Or 29.99 wit the shirt, buy it at the Target
These muthafuckas tripping so hard I had to look down 
& double check cuz I thought they had their shoes tied together
Muthafuckas got they shoes tied together
What mo' could ya ask fo'?!
Boys harassin' me wit these questions
How about this?
How about don't ask me know mo' muthafuckin' questions
We ain't doin' no interview