Look, I just flipped the switch (flipped, flipped) I don't know nobody else that's doin' this Bodies start to drop, ayy, hit the floor Now they wanna know me since I hit the top, ayy This a Rollie, not a stopwatch, shit don't ever stop This the flow that got the block hot, shit got super hot Give me my respect, give me my respect I just took it left like I'm ambidex Bitch, I move through London with the eurostep Got a sneaker deal and I ain't break a sweat Catch me 'cause I'm goin' outta there, I'm gone How I go from 6 to 23 like I'm LeBron? Servin' up a pack, servin' up a pack N*ggas pullin' gimmicks 'cause they scared to rap, ayy Funny how they shook, ayy, got these n*ggas shook Pullin' back the curtain by myself, take a look, ayy I'm a bar spitta, I'm a hard hitta Yeah I'm light skinned, but I'm still a dark n*gga I'm a wig splitta, I'm a tall figure I'm a unforgivin' wild-ass dog n*gga Somethin' wrong with 'em, got 'em all bitter I'm a bill printer, I'm a grave digger Yeah, I am what I am I don't have no time for no misunderstandings again
I had to get it Fuck all that chicken shit Bake the nig I had to get it Fuck all that chicken shit Bake the nig I had to get it Fuck all that chicken shit Bake the nig I had to get it This a Rollie, not a stopwatch, shit don't ever stop Fuck all that chicken shit Bake the nig I had to get it Fuck all that chicken shit Bake the nig I had to get it Fuck all that chicken shit Bake the nig I had to get it Fuck all that chicken shit Bake the nig I had to
Future took the business and ran it for me I let Ollie take the owl, told him brand it for me I get 2 million a pop and that's standard for me Like I went blind dog, you gotta hand it to me (Gotta gimme that shit, dog) Prayed, then I prayed again (Amen, Lord) Had a moment but it came and went (They don't love you no more) You don't wanna play with him (nah, nah, nah) They'll be mournin' you like 8AM (R. I. P) Pinky ring 'til I get a wedding ring (woah, yeah) Love my brothers, cut 'em in on anything (big slice) And you know it's King Slime Drizzy damn She just said I'm bae, I hit the thizzle dance (Mac Dre shit) Either hand is the upper hand (oh yeah, shit) Got a Bubba on my other hand (oh yeah, shit, yeah) This shit ain't no hundred bands (nah, nah, nah, nah) Palace look like Buckingham Bills so big I call 'em Williams, for real Reasons to go crazy, got a trillion for real They been tryin' me but I'm resilient for real I can't go in public like civilian for real And I hardly take offense Money for revenge, man, that's hardly an expense Al Haymon checks off of all of my events I like all the profit, man I hardly do percents (I don't do that shit) A big part of me resents N*ggas that I knew from when I started in this shit They see what I got and man it's hard to be content Fuck what they got goin' on, I gotta represent
I had to get it Fuck all that chicken shit Bake the nig I had to get it Fuck all that chicken shit Bake the nig I had to get it Fuck all that chicken shit Bake the nig I had to get it This a Rollie, not a stopwatch, shit don't ever stop Fuck all that chicken shit Bake the nig I had to get it Fuck all that chicken shit Bake the nig I had to get it Fuck all that chicken shit Bake the nig I had to get it This the flow that got the block hot, shit got super hot
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Compositor: Desconhecido no ECADIntérprete: Aubrey Drake Graham (Drake) (ACTRA PRS)Publicado em 2018ECAD verificado fonograma #16149500 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM