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notch
Cause me and the music, we goin' together for real
Like Drake & Hot Sauce
Hey, on the face to it, a plan I promise I'm bringin' it top notch

Cause

face photo
Get out of Kansas and visit some other states, Toto
Start following Drake's motto and stay so-so, yeah
I was rhyming on a track
Way back when

somewhere overseas, foreign sick
Thought you could fuck with me, by far Rem sick
Meek, Drake, Safaree, I see men in your pants
We call that Jelani, get it?

Yea bitch we going up
Yea Yea, I love it
When that Drake hit that body and they try to get up
You ain't felt the full force of a glock with a button

it all to chains 
Sliding be so easy getting money by the grain 
Every girl is tainted they only talking to my fame 
When I get my money I’m gone leave

smooth, that shit get to blasting
Will Smith niggas, these niggas be actin
Cap on my name, that shit it ain't lasting
Speak on the men, that shit ain't

your friend
I'm not impressed by you at all, so you won't see me again
Her and I rock a wedding, so we can not speak again
Graduated out the streets,

I know they know 
Call like payphone
But I'm not Drake
Not off a plate
We going places, count up the aces, I know they know (I know they know)

of them bitches I'm ducking I hide behind camo my nigga I call this shit bape
Can't call this shit fake
They calling me drizzy cause I keep a drake
Drake

that she move, her denim amiri
Channel on her shoes, channel number 9
She got on perfume feeling like drake cause she getting views

Walk in the back

you sink again

And I been trying trying trying trying
To show you the bigger picture and what you missing
But everytime we speak you talk about bitches

Blassed by a pavement tribe,
Why they think I’m next?
Couse I’m verified,
They don't need nobody else.
I don't choose a side,
Nothing but reflex.
But

Say he really from my hood
Well let me check your wristband
Spam the drake like GTA
You better hope this bitch jam
Yeah, by the time I leave, I bet your

or drown
Promise when I make it I'm not breaking, got it off the ground
I just changed the station, I been drinking and smoking by the pound
Then picture you

singin' like it's Drake (grrah)
Ain't nobody safe

In a Lamb' (in a Lamb'), with a dirty Drac'
Speedin' through the lights (lights), ain't even in no

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Reach
That livid island
Drakes teach
Their flightless burden
Cold mist
Psychotic
Foul itch
Demands
Scratching
Fleece sure freakish weakling
Break

Aubrey
(Yeah fucking Drake)

Fuck it, I could probably do it
Halsey probably date me
If mo-fucking cupid
Shot her with a tank
As for me and Drake
God damn

nigga
Let off some shots if I up the glee nigga
Walk down on a nigga ain’t no drive by
Bullets like some red bull give ya wings and fly high
I just put

Yeah Like Drake it's Yolo this life I'ma live it
Been in pain smiling so nobody see it
My mind don't recall the last time I saw you
It's been

You just got that swag like drake
You gon' beam me up like pain
everything feels great, will you be my date?
can we have some faith, if you're comin

a nigga's ho, I'm knowin' who's ho I keep droppin' bodies, they come by the load
Fuck anybody, I can't be controlled When that Drake on my body, it's ready

Big pole big gat
Big pole nigga big gat 
Serving out a big sack

Big drake hanging out got a kickback
Plotting on revenge waiting on a get back
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Whats my name? bitch im Koolio
Im in the studio
I make music jus like yungeen ace
Buh act like foolio
In the streets its a rodeo
Got drakes like ovo