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can only hide behind the bales
Francis Drake chasing down all these sales
Out here it's a desert, no sand, just dust
If this was Egypt, you'd be heading

best throat
Red light, green light, baby let’s go…
It’s still the weekend so we pouring up that XO
You heard Drake, so your girlfriend at our next show

Rich homie quan made us feel some type of way
Back when fetty wap asked her to come by his
And we was turning up when future collabed with drake
What

shopping
Cop da Yeezys and I'm trappin out em addicted to designer I got a problem
Yeah the jeans Im wearin made by robin
Bakery da gang my niggas solid

the chaos, have a positive thought, burn it down
Y'all give me my roses while I'm here, y'all keep those ugly crowns
I hope acknowledgment is this body

man it's all pretend
Still bad mind I won't bring you roses then
Still fresh air ones we don't no crease
I ain't drake santropei  we can go Greece
Oh

mama, so I might just go spend her shit
But she flat, so I'm fucking her sister's shit

Beat her back, I'm cumming all in her shit
Call me Drake, by

i grew spite, reached a new height
Never sated by a loose fight, I'm a kunai
And I hit em with the VRO like it's a blown dike
Now I got her chasing

fuck for that payback
I got that rose gold, yellow diamond earring on my chains, right under my polo
While you lookin', nigga, take a photo
Got these

love love, but I'm not tryna
Make do Either you love me or you can leave me alone

Boo I'm a living testament for men that get tested
By that love thing

your name is still engraved
I'll kiss half a dozen roses
and then leave them by your grave
Could give a fuck about the fame
You didn't love me yesterday

voicemails make me cry
I skip at the sight of fireflies
And selfishly I want to be the first to die

Roses are my favorite flower
Used to think turrets were

I'ma see you at the top.
This ain't no Drake this ain't Canada I'm really from the slums
I ain't playin bitch I'm cutthroat chew yo ass up like some gum

(Riiiiiiiiiight)
Make her disappear like
David Copperfield (Riiiiiight)
Apron fresh to death
Drop a rose or daffodil
Know my music loud
I am datpiff farreal
Farreal

taught to through that light they tried to dim
Y'all been kinda grim
Glory all to Him
He who wears the crown I get red roses hanging by the stem
Lay all

A quadruple mix of minority and I'm not one to brag
But my privilege enables me to treat others differently
The same mix that rose from the poor and graduated

his body in a casket right on the grave it is written
And it say murdered by Rose he keeping choppa' on go
It's itching for any these bitches
Fredo

it ever comes to it
Take a shot for me... you ain’t Drake
But that won’t happen
You my boo thang… boo thang
I take you out and buy you new thangs-new

Something about Lauren and a party on march when
I was flirting with her, you can tell by the way she was laughing
Ain’t no discussing, no, I’m must be

and the main stream in it, like a drake song. This ain't weight lost
This big body, keep it moving. Those who wait lost
Sponsored by some big brands, this new

me
With  that cash ive been clumsy
On that beat I go dumby
Red carpet swagging with the black rose
Do Or Die the gang we all on ten toes
Makem all

wallet
But I'm Gatzby when they gossip
Roses on my coffin
Lay me down with the narcotics
I should get a crown for all these verses that I slaughter
When I

a chip
Me and the main stream in it, like a drake song. This ain't weight lost
This big body, keep it moving. Those who wait lost
Sponsored by some big

Whatever was in that cup, it got me feeling real low
I mask my emotions by rolling up a rillo
I'm gon' make it to a penthouse the way that I flow