[Verse 1: Drake] Tell me how you really feel Tell me how you really feel I would ask you what's the deal But you don't even got a deal Most niggas with a deal Couldn't make a greatest hits Y'all a whole lot of things But you still ain't this I don't know no one That could tell me what to do Heard yo never claimed the hood Hear the hood claimed you That can't sit well Oh well, ship sailed Still mine, all mine Cosign, cosign I pull up in yachts so big that they try to hit me with boat fines Hype Williams, Big Pimpin' Yeah, Just like the old times Same niggas from the old days Lot of sides on the same side OVO a gold mine But I'm going to go no time Doing plat, plat only Boys better back off Hall of fame, hall of fame Like I'm shirt off, Like I'm shirt off Like I'm shirt off shorty Whole city going crazy Top 5 no debating Top 5, top 5, top 5 And the whole city rave me And I'm back inside a matrix And I said that we'd make it Aim squad with some traitors Knew my niggas from the basement This ain't no metal-on-the-way shit We'd really put some days in
[Interlude: Future] Hey why you so excited? What happened Did you win the grammy? God damn You acting like you fucking won a trophy This nigga turnt the fuck up
[Hook: Future] They gon' think I won a Grammy They gon' think I won a Grammy Swerving off, Panoramic I'm hanging out, they can't stand me They gon' think I won a Grammy They gon' think I won a Grammy They gon' think I won a Grammy They gon' think I won a Grammy I'm showing out, they can't stand me I'm showing out, they can't stand me I'm swerving out, they can't stand me I'm err, can't stand me They gon' think I won a Grammy They gon' think I won a Grammy They gon' think I won a Grammy They gon' think I won a Grammy
[Verse 2: Future] Gonna peel off like a bandit I'm noddin' off on a xan niggas Get pissed off, start airing it Get a head start, ain't friendly I stand out, don't blend in When I saw that I meant that I don't want to talk to has-beens I don't [?] I [?] You can't even get on my guest list They wan't me to go to the met gala I want a percocet and a gallon The activis high takin' don't matter We sitting right on the cortside I know players on both side I'm catching out, fuck a cosign I wear the chain like a bowtie I wear the ring like a fo'-five Keep a fo'-five for the poor guys Black [?], all profile Celebrating everyday cause I'm really really fresh at the coke house Counting out every day Gon' bring a whole new whip out
[Hook: Future] They gon' think I won a Grammy They gon' think I won a Grammy Swerving [?] I'm hanging out, they can't stand me They gon' think I won a Grammy They gon' think I won a Grammy They gon' think I won a Grammy They gon' think I won a Grammy I'm showing out, they can't stand me I'm showing out, they can't stand me I'm swerving out, they can't stand me I'm err, can't stand me They gon' think I won a Grammy They gon' think I won a Grammy They gon' think I won a Grammy They gon' think I won a GrammyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
