[Drake] I’m getting so throwed I ain't work this hard since I was 18 Apologize if I say, anything I don’t mean Like, what's up with your best friend? We could all have some fun, believe me And what's up with these new niggas? And why they think it all comes so easy?
[Los] So I’m gon get it while I’m here, boy 'Cuz I might not get this opportunity next year, boy Jeez, guys, I jump on the beat, I go dumb You knee high and I be on my fee-fi-fo-fum Was 'bout to put in work like T.I. old guns But D-I-D-D-Y was on one These weak-ass rappers come at me, I choke one My daddy was a soldier, I’m G.I. Joe’s son Or Jackson, I keep it so G, I’m Joe’s son I’m top fivin’, you can come see why Los won Best rapper alive, it ain't up for an option Nobody’s close to me I should be up for adoption I mean, one cell of my brain got Playstation capacity I’m so outta this world, there're space stations harassing me My flow’s so a trip that vacations are mad at me And Einstein couldn’t get straight A’s in a class with me I out last ‘em, out class and merk you You scared to go in like you out past your curfew Ahh shit, don’t talk shit then bullshit My thoughts get on some Thor shit It’s war, bitch That’s how it is, so get up off your coward shit and battle me I’m so charged up that I could probably shit a battery You ain't seen nobody, like you skipped anatomy I’m at your Adam's Apple, shatter atoms automatically I’m on one, nigga, just a strong young nigga In my zone, yeah, you fucking with the wrong one, nigga Like a private Christmas party and you ain't get the message So just because your present, don’t mean you got presence And I’m so fucking gifted, you see me go light years So its like you not here Even though you right there What I’ma bout to do to the summer done got the winter shook Took a page from history and stuck it in the Guinness book As a bookmark cause I’m book-smart All my thoughts took action 'cuz my actions took thought I hope the crown ain't safe, give you a creepy feeling 'Cuz you look up to me and hate me, I’m like a leaky ceiling You see me kill 'em, how I pounce on these beats And then I upstage rappers like balcony seats See I’m in my whip and I got two sluts Your girl gots hips that I got to touch Slide it in her lips when I’m bout to nut Keep your eye on your chick cause I got two nuts And she on one!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
