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me cause she want my dollars
We ain’t have a vibe so that was a problem
No I’m not Drake but I start from the bottom
I took all the chances them shots

the east
So I can't fuckin miss
Shoot my shot
Hit the mark
Like motherfuckin Drake
From the bottom I start
Like I'm a dog
I'm bite and I'm bark
Fuck up this

for you
Still below sea level
I need a better view
I can't see shit
I need a pedalstal 
But I got this gift
That I gotta wrap for you
If They want

Cassanova
POP STUNNc
Creepin'
Metro Boomin, The Weeknd & 21 Savage
Rich Flex
Drake & 21 Savage
Watch your girls, I will fucking steal ‘еm

Make it rain, cause

forget where I specialize 
You n****s better recognize 
My murders are a genocide
I believe the lord but I still carry the devil's eyes
Do to much damage

jedyne zadanie, by dać miasto na mapę (oh)
Makin' money moves, kumasz? (whoop)
Miasto na mapę (ah)
Jestem z blokiem do mej trumny, to jak Blake Griffin

aim still got shot in the face
That's 1st degree murder I ain't leaving No trace
Slide for my plug knock yo hood off My face
Ride for yo plug he got

I pop the tires
Baby call me drake how I'm popping style
Foggy isles I sail down in a leaky boat I might cap size and drown
Fantasize about fancy

school lag on the lappy like dial up
Still managed to get piped up
When I come through all black my attire
Still mad bricks in a Hilux
It's a dilemma
Red

higher air tic, feel like Drake

But I'm still cold, arctic drowning my waves
Cause I lost a lot of time, I'm fighting to the grave
End of the road is

kitted and
When the squad up on the mountain know we gettin pitted 
Boofin in the spot so we gettin Lifted man and you
Knowin we gon get it by the way

still high though
Nah, you can't even sit up in the whip if you ain't my hoe
Told my brother, pass the green to me like he Rondo
Yeah, I smoke that shit

this nigga took to recoup (How long he took to recoup)
I can tell I got you shook by the look, it's the proof
They got studios in Dubai, nigga, what's

a bailar a mi ruido
I ain't drake but they call me el niño
And my baby a lady she classy
But she still can get down like a freak hoe

And she still hold me

Milwaukee I'm making mad bucks
I turn thousands to millions that's still not enough
If you a real gangster you know to keep your mouth shut
From counting

ground
That's how I never fall down
Nigga, I'm the king of my town
Yeah, I'm the king, where's my crown
Look
They see me shining, they still sleeping
I

dreams
All Time we on this
Champagned my bonus
Doing the most with
Everybody that I call my team
Everybody that's about the dream
City out here still

Among, all of the faces that my nation can hold, 
Funny myself is still the only one I actually know, oh
Nothing is static, keeping track of my growth,
I

a creamer
Now she tryna plot, put you up like a eagle

Gimmie 2 years, sellin out some arenas
Dis True Steppa Nuskii, tryna bump out the speaker
Still a bump

provide the right medical attention
And even if I could I still probably wouldn't make it
And despite my intervention
Nothing's ever going to make it right

the Drake, it will bound 2
My bitch will beat you up, she ain't worried bout no round two
If she let me fuck, shit, I might do more than round two
I made this

was lookin' for some gwala
Do it for my sister and I do it for my mama
And I'm still in the hood playin' cards like it's OFSAA
Gotta stay low I was

because this isn't levels this is plateaus

Feeling like Nathan Drake I'm chartering where nobody goes

But the destination of that prize is in the eyes

blessed by this broken heart

Roll your eyes to the back
Of your head and relax
Let these words touch your soul
As you fade into black

Now breathe in slow