Artist: Drake (Feat Lil Wayne & Jay-Z)
Album: ~
Year: 2010
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[Verse 1 – Drake]
Uhh, I’ve been up for 4 days getting money both ways
Dirty and clean, I could use a glass of cold spades
Rolex’s, chauffeurs, and low fades
I keep thinking how young can you die from old age
They always tell me nobody’s working as hard as you
And even though I laugh it off man it’s probably true
Cause while all of my closest friends out partying
I’m just here making all the music that they party too
But party on, party on, all night nigga
I got these new rappers nervous, prom night nigga
I grow tired of these fucking grown man liars
Story tellers, they ain’t even need a camp fire
Uhh, but I just wanna tell the truth
Before one of these haters load a couple shells and shoot
This shit feel like when Fredro Starr was at Sunset Park
Stunting hard in his yellow goose
Yeah, and I’mma motherfuckin’ missed target
But a target none the less, and I just started
Was that directed at moi? Can’t be
They must be talking to themselves Hov, hands free
Yeah, and I’m just filling up this daily planner
Getting busy cause I’m a star, no Spangled Banner
Jealous dudes get to talking in their music
And I just say I wrote it for yo girlfriends, Kelsey Grammar
Yeah, that’s what life becomes when you doing you
Welcome to Hollywood, don’t let this town ruin you
And if you pillow talking with the women that are screwing you
Just know that she gon’ tell another nigga when she through with you
Don’t get impatient when it takes to long
And drink it all even when it taste too strong, yeah
I gotta feel alive even if it kills me
Promise to always give you me, the real me
[Chorus – Drake]
Who would have thought
I’d be caught in this life
Let’s celebrate with a toast
And get lost in tonight
And make it all light up
(Hey Guru, tell hom’ to go to open that ace right there)
Wait until the sun goes down
We gon’ make this bitch light up
Even when the sun goes down
I’m gon’ make it go
[Verse 2 – Jay-Z]
Owwwww, hoes turn their heads like, Owlsssss
I’m the man of the, hour
Triple entendre don’t even ask me how
Con-Edison flow, I’m connected to a high power
Bright lights will make your whole city light up
A trillion watt light bulb when I’m in the night club
I just landed in that G-450
Caught the Mayweather fight cause his satellite was crispy
Uh, y’all can miss me with the money talk
The smart moneys on Hov, fuck what the dummies talk
Uh, I don’t do to much blogging, I just run the town, I don’t do to much jogging
Uh, I ain’t gotta scar yet cause you fucking round with me and my dogs is far fetched
Drake, here’s how they gon’ come at you
With silly rap feuds trying to distract you
In disguise in the form of a favor
The Barzini meeting, watch for the traitors
Uh, and I’ve seen it all done it all
That’s why none of these dum dums could done him off
The summers ours, the winter too
Top down in the winter, that’s what winners do
And to these niggas I’m like Windows 7
You let ’em tell it they swear that they invented you
And since no good deed go unpunished
I’m not as cool with niggas as I once was
I once was, cool as the Fonz was
But these bright lights turned me to a monster
Sorry Mama I’m promised they wouldn’t change me
But I woulda went insane, had I remain the same me
Fuck niggas, bitches too
All I got is this money, this will do
[Chorus – Drake]
Who would have thought
I’d be caught in this life
Let’s celebrate with a toast
And get lost in tonight
And make it all light up
Wait until the sun goes down
We gon’ make this bitch light up
Even when the sun goes down
(Alright here we go, here we go)
I’m gon’ make it go
[Verse 3 – Lil Wayne]
Hate is temporary, love is necessary
I went from eating pussy to eating commissary
Damn, I am addicted, I need therapy
You can buy the answers but you can’t afford to question me
First off I don’t need you second guessin’ me
Jail is like third base, I’m comin’ home eventually
Still got shooters, like hot tubs
Man I’m anemic, still got bloods
I’m in my cell reading fan mail
Wish I was in Amsterdam sippin’ Amstel
Thinkin’ ’bout all of that pussy I can’t smell
Man they did me wrong, I feel like Nelson Mandel’
Uh, I shine too hard, my lamp fell
But my name still ringin’, Alexander Graham Bell
I know you met damn cause you know damn well
That I still got you open, open like a clam shell
Yeah, still fly on my hawk shit
My conversation stinks cause I talk shit
Stay in your lane, you’re on that double park shit
We eatin’ at the top, get a spoon and a forklift
I got rap wrapped up like a gift
And I’d be sober if ‘If’ was a fifth
I’m feelin’ like Elvis, jailhouse rock
I’m not 2Pac, I’m the new Pac
Behind bars, but the bars don’t stop
Recordin’ over the phone, hope the call don’t drop
Drizzy got the ball, I know the ball won’t drop
And I pray none of my kids never wanna be cops
Young Money get ‘em, Young Money got ‘em
The boss got his feet up, vacation on an island
Yeah, and tell your girls send the kite up
And even if you don’t smoke motherfucker you gon’ have to light up
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