Lyrics:
something mean for this one boy
[VERSE 1: DRAKE]
Chances Are Most of the day you was lying around
i made money thats why these girls eyeing me down
by
'em
We always solve 'em, like
Man, it's kinda crazy thinking about it though
Like so much has happened yo, and I mean shit, by the time y'all are
warp four
Warp five warp six
I'm giving her all she's got
Warp seven
Just radiating hot
Warp 8
I brush her hair to the side
When her lips touch mine
Check out the industry everybody got all the same qualities
All about money and greed and the girls everybody apologies
Ain't tryna be cocky you
not the pet
Dig this here man
Like my nigga Cashball, you know what I'm saying, me and DeAnte say
Man, it's "stacks, tracks and contracts," you know
We the kings the kings are back it be Zip upon the track
With Drew and Wiz how bout that yea you haters talk that smack
And while we sign autographs
finished, still been with it
Pen is like a pistol hitting you up when I whip it
And if you really sold about a milly, then How is it I ain't ever Seen a track
Oh, oh, you can feel that smoke
That's insane
Oh, you can literally feel the smoke
That's so cool
Yeah, it's Jim Wetherall I'm back again
Came back
What you know about blocks
been chased by cops
We give them hope
they sing our songs
Greatness Greatness all along
we’ve been out here doing
given another chance, I'd
Hold on, let me spell you the cliches, cause if I've learned anything during our time apart
It's that it's not all about what I
the same about him
Y'all had some time to sink in
Hey Zach, this song is too long
If you don't like it, hit skip
And go put on some other playlist made by
love?
Please tell me, what you think this life is about,
Is it all about appearances and cappin' for clout?
Is it all about cycles like a merry go round,
what I mean
Alright bring the track
Yeah all you know me, Nick, Marvelous
Up in this motherfucker
We gonna talk about these hoes in the 7th floor
You
getting by
My supply running out, I hope you don't decide to kill my high
I work all day to pay these bills, all night to pen these rhymes
Some may call it
the dark, to brighten the spark
Stick with it, even though you feel ya'd like to depart
Here's a track all about me, as I'm climbin' the charts
Do what ya
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these - with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
are those parasites
The kingdom you have to protect
Is the fate we all will reflect
To prevail on every human to decay
Track it down, Hunt it down
anthrax you tampax
I'm about to go Amtrax jack Black black Jack
Got the track saran wrap
Stand back I'm slamming an antagonist
Slapping you faggots putting
people just waiting on me
Somebody call twelve
Yeah he about to murder this beat
I'm a dog yeah and I'm about to give y'all a treat
Just picked up
Talk about a mid-life crisis, damn
Last week you was shakin' Obie Trice's hand
Now he's a busta? What the fuck's with that?
Get on a track dissin' us,
to rep Cheatham even though
We said it's all trash
I put rappers in ditches, bitch
Get picked up by dudes in shackles
'Cause you got tossed on Highway 12
first
Mixtape Young Broke and Infamous damn
That's like 2010 and
I titled the track "Young
Sinatra" And that was
The birth of all this shit so, thank you
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