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[Verse 1]
Comin’ off the last record, I’m gettin’ 20 million off the record
Just to off these records, nigga that’s a record
I’m livin’ like I’m out here on my last adventure
Past the present when you have to mention
This is nothin’ for the radio, but they’ll still play it though
Cause it’s that new Drizzy Drake, that’s just the way it go
Heavy airplay all day with no chorus
We keep it thorough, nigga, rap like this for all of my borough niggas
I reached the point where don’t shit matter to me, nigga
I reached heights that Dwight Howard couldn’t reach, nigga
Prince Akeem, they throw flowers at my feet, nigga
I could go a hour on this beat, nigga
I’m just as famous as my mentor
But that’s still the boss, don’t get sent for
Get hype on tracks and jump in front of a bullet you wasn’t meant for
Cause you don’t really wanna hear me vent more
Hot temper, scary outcome
Here’s a reason for niggas that’s hatin’ without one
That always let they mouth run
Bench players talkin’ like starters, I hate it
Started from the bottom, now we here, nigga, we made it
Yeah, Tom Ford Tuscan Leather smelling like a brick
Degenerates, but even Ellen love our shit
Rich enough that I don’t have to tell ’em that I’m rich
Self explanatory, you just here to spread the story, wassup

[Verse 2]
Sittin’ Gucci Row like they say up at UNLV
Young rebel, Young Money nothin’ you could tell me
Paperwork takin’ too long, maybe they don’t understand me
I’ll compromise if I have to, I gotta stay with the family
Not even talkin’ to Nicki, communication is breakin’
I dropped the ball on some personal shit, I need to embrace it
I’m honest, I make mistakes, I’d be the second to admit it
Think that’s why I need her in my life, to check me when I’m trippin’
On a mission tryna shift the culture
Tell me who dissin’, I got some things that’ll hit the culprit
Them strep throat flows, them shits to stop all of the talkin’
All of the talkin’, got one reply for all of your comments
Fuck what you think, I’m too busy, that’s why you leave a message
Born a perfectionist, guess that makes me a bit obsessive
That shit I heard from you lately really relieved some pressure
Like aye, B I got your CD, you get an E for effort
I piece letters together and get to talkin’ reckless
Owl chains like credentials, you know you see the necklace
My life’s a completed checklist
I’m tired of hearin’ ’bout who you checkin’ for now
Just give it time, we’ll see who’s still around a decade from now
That’s real

[Verse 3]
How much time is this nigga spendin’ on the intro?
Lately I’ve been feelin’ like Guy Pearce in Memento
I just set the bar, niggas fall under it like a limbo
The family all that matters, I’m just out here with my kinfolk
Off everything my pen wrote we went from Bundy to Winslow
This for shorty up on Glengrove who love when I catch my tempo
I sip the Pora and listen to Cappadonna
The fresh prince, just had dinner with Tatyana, no lie
All these 90’s fantasies on my mind
The difference is that with mine, they all come true in due time
I might come through without security to check if you’re fine
That’s just me on my solo like fuck it, like YOLO
Wanted to tell you, "Accept yourself"
You don’t have to prove shit to no one except yourself
And if you end up needin’ some extra help, then I could help
You know, back on your feet and shit
Tryna get my karma up, fuck the guilty and greedy shit
How much time is this nigga spendin’ on the intro?
How this nigga workin’ like he got a fuckin’ twin though?
Life is soundin’ crazy, 40 on Martin Scorsese
And I wouldn’t change a thing if you paid me, now real nigga wassup
How much time is this nigga spendin’ on the intro?

[Outro]
If there’s hell below. I’ll see you when you get there. Are you enjoying yourselves? If we may we’d just like to close off with something a bit inspirational. Hopefully something a bit relevant as to us all are having the same fears, shedding similar tears, and of course dying in so many years. It don’t mean that we can’t have a good life. So we’d like to just maybe close out with something, some food for thought

I say hi, you say hi, we stay high
You look so pretty, yeah
I’m sweatin’ from head to toe
I’m wet through all my clothes
I’m fully charged, nipples are hard
Ready to go
I’m sweatin’ from head to toe
I’m wet through all my clothes
I’m fully charged, nipples are hard
Ready to go
No, I don’t, I don’t have a type
Take a hit
Come on over tonight
Take a hit
You can follow my bloodstream
No, I don’t have a type
Live right now, peakin’ on top
So wild now, I’m high as fuck
Don’t look down
My mind, you can relax
I know how to dial it back
Not this time
I say hi, you say hi, we stay high
You look so pretty, yeah
I’m sweatin’ from head to toe
I’m wet through all my clothes
I’m fully charged, nipples are hard
Ready to go
I’m sweatin’ from head to toe
I’m wet through all my clothes
I’m fully charged, nipples are hard
Ready to go
No, I don’t, I don’t have a type
Take a hit
Come on over tonight
Take a hit
You can follow my bloodstream
No, I don’t have a type
Live right now, peakin’ on top
So wild now, I’m high as fuck
Don’t look down
My mind, you can relax
I know how to dial it back
Not this time
I say hi, you say hi, we stay high
You look so pretty, yeah
I’m sweatin’ from head to toe
I’m wet through all my clothes
I’m fully charged, nipples are hard
Ready to go
I’m sweatin’ from head to toe
I’m wet through all my clothes (yeah)
I’m fully charged, nipples are hard
Ready to go
You think I’m drunk now, but I am not
You’re so pretty, come roll with me
I’m ’bout to get down, I’m high as fuck
I’m no chemist, but it’s good shit
I’m sweatin’ from head to toe
I’m wet through all my clothes
I’m fully charged, nipples are hard
Ready to go (oh, oh)
I’m sweatin’ from head to toe
I’m wet through all my clothes (yeah)
I’m fully charged, nipples are hard
Ready to go
I say hi, you say hi, we stay high
You look so pretty, yeah
Got good shit, what is it?
No chemist, still want that magic, yeah
I say hi, you say hi, we stay high
You look so pretty, yeah
Got good shit, what is it?
No chemist, still want that magic, yeah

Yeah
Disco tits
Motherfucking queen of the discotheque
People wanna know how my move’s so sick
Motherfucking queen of the disco tits, uh-uh
Disco tits
Motherfucking queen of the discotheque
People wanna know how my move’s so sick
Motherfucking queen of the disco tits, uh-uh
Disco tits
Motherfucking queen of the discotheque
People wanna know how my move’s so sick
Motherfucking queen of the disco tits, uh-uh
I am high as fuck

Yeah
Disco tits
Motherfucking queen of the discotheque
People wanna know how my move’s so sick
Motherfucking queen of the disco tits, uh-uh
Disco tits
Motherfucking queen of the discotheque
People wanna know how my move’s so sick
Motherfucking queen of the disco tits, uh-uh
Disco tits
Motherfucking queen of the discotheque
People wanna know how my move’s so sick
Motherfucking queen of the disco tits, uh-uh
I am high as fuck

Hanging by the bar at sunrise
With our bodies talking
Hooked up last week, had a good time
So I regret nothing
I see her come close, ooh
I wonder what you told her to make her stay
She don’t know what you did when you come back home
She don’t know what you’re doin’ out all night long
She don’t know all the photos you’ve (got) in your phone
But she knows (she knows, she knows)
She would rather smile and pretend with ya than let go
She don’t know what you’re doin’ out all night long
She don’t know all the photos you’ve (got) in your phone
But she knows (she knows, she knows)
Blaming me for all the sadness
Didn’t know ’bout you two
Don’t see why I’m dragged into it
This whole thing is on you
I see her heart break, ooh
Still she’s keeping face
Leave it to me, ’cause, babe
She don’t know what you did when you come back home
She don’t know what you doin’ out all night long
She don’t know all the photos you’ve (got) in your phone
But she knows (she knows, she knows)
She would rather smile and pretend with ya than let go
She don’t know what you’re doin’ out all night long
She don’t know all the photos you’ve (got) in your phone
But she knows (she knows, she knows)
Don’t even bother with your lies
Won’t let you see her when she cries
Go on unhappy in the night
She don’t know what you did when you come back home
She don’t know what you’re doin’ out all night long
She don’t know all the photos you’ve (got) in your phone
But she knows (she knows, she knows)
She would rather smile and pretend with ya than let go
She don’t know what you’re doin’ out all night long
She don’t know all the photos you’ve (got) in your phone
But she knows (she knows, she knows)