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your own life
I talked to all of my homies 
They're given me the same advice 
They just keep telling me

Please don't drake and drive 
Drake and drive

Electric tobacco smoke gone in a genie
The Drake and the drill songs and the aching bank accounts
Time turns to business, I look for a way out
I should

got no monkey on my back
(Monkey business) Slippin' on the track
(Monkey business) Jungle in black
(Ain't your business) If I got no monkey on my back

(One, two, one, two, three, four)

He grabbed me by the shirt 
While I was paying for my beer
And screamed "There you are Balthazar
I knew I'd

in his crib and rearrange this nigga shit (his whole shit) 
We aint driving by we walking up this bitch (skrrrr)
And my clip way bigger than yours
How

the grave site
Now I'm in plain sight, and your car won't start
Get to the door and I tear out your heart
Murder is an art, crime scenes are my skilled work

the grave site
Now I'm in plain sight, and your car won't start
Get to the door and I tear out your heart
Murder is an art, crime scenes are my skilled work

wearin' my timbs, She got the ocean, yeah, I'm tryna go swim He talkin' crazy, yeah, you know he don't spin I leave him for dead, leave him in the bin She

tryna move my momma from the ghetto's to the meadows
Well she can't stay in that fucking hood forever, forever
Was made for that Mick Jagger shit baggage

shop like its nobodies business
And I work like that
Taken by the waves and I surf right back
Why they call 'em joints, cause Im bent like that
Open up

just my sense of humor
Why Tory call that girl from a phone in prison? (Why?)
Knowin' they record them calls and was gon' listen
He supposed to know

Keep my business out your mouth bitch, yea, yea
Ain't nobody give af about me when my soul was hurting
Now they lurking, now they wanna link in person

intervened
What a cold day in the gold's city
City up, red light blue light, city up
I mind my business I don't walk around out of touch
I mind my business I

down
For all of my shit
I don seen so many
Times I don pass
Without the sentiments
I let it go by
Handled my business like
I any man would
Damn it I'm

I'm Drake in back to back
Buying all this jewelry, I need more by stack
Feeling Dicaprio Leo, just call me Jack
Talking on the internet, we turn him

I'm Drake in back to back
Buying all this jewelry, I need more by stack
Feeling Dicaprio Leo, just call me Jack
Talking on the internet, we turn him

on spades

It's lean in a solo, like fuck what you think
Riding  around with my hand on my drank
Rappin' and singin' like my name is Drake
Don't ask if I'm

of love and happiness
And endless memories
Shit I been thru
Half you wouldn't think is true
In the booth
I wear my scars and wounds
Like a business suit
In

fuck with no Lil Top
Imma come with that pressure, ain't no stopping me
I feel like I'm Drake when it's Nonstop
Put my mind in in this song so you can

to the drawing board and try this again
But unfortunately, I did not win
Drizzy Drake was not meant to give me my Chanel bag in this moment
But there's still hope

On the dead-end street, Bompton nigga, what's up?
I brought cake to the hood, brought Dre to the hood
Brought Drake to the hood, nigga you straight, this my hood

With No Faith
In Any Female Thats Askin What I Was Earnin
I Met This Recent Lady
She Knew A Piece Of Sadey By Spinners
I Guess In My Southern Eyes That

Say Bizzie, I fuck with you nigga, yeah
Just hopped off the plane I need adderell, too many cities can't feel my face
Just spent lil' 50 in Lenox,

that I flop
If you boot me for a show, I gotta get in with them Glocks
Got too high for pills, I fell asleep, forgot I had a dope in my sock
Quiet nigga,