[Verse 1: Drake]
It's your worst nightmare, it's my first night here
And this girl right here, who knows what she knows?
So I'm going through her phone if she go to the bathroom
And her purse right there, I don't trust these hoes at all
But that's just the result of me paying attention
To all these women that think like men with the same intentions
Talking strippers and models that try to gain attention
Even a couple pornstars that I'm ashamed to mention
But Weezy and Stunna my only role models
Haffa and Jordan my only role models
That's why I walk around with all this gold on
And every time I run into these nikkas they want no problems
Bottom sixes and chains, and some bracelets and rings
All of the little accents that make me a king
I never hear the disses they try and point out to me
But it's whatever if somebody wan' make it a thing
I'm more concerned with nikkas thinkin' about Christmas in August
Do anything to buy gifts for they daughters
Get some shake, a brick in the press
And chef it like Mrs. Fields; they're making the cookie stretch
I know it so well, I know the hustle so well
Stunt like I'm working overnighters right by the motel
Drug money outfit, record clean
Spend it all on me and my fukkin' team
Matchin' Rollies for real, matchin' Rovers for real
Places they say they've been, we've actually going for real
I'm really killin' shyt, fukk all the jiggy rapping
I'm going trigga happy just to see my nikkas happy
Mixtape legend, underground kings
Lookin' for the right way to do the wrong things
With my new bytch that's living in Palm Springs
Young ass nikka, lifelong dreams
They take the greats from the past and compare us
I wonder if they'd ever survive in this era
In a time where it's recreation
To pull all your skeletons out the closet like Halloween decorations
I know of all the things that I hear they be poking fun at
Never the flow though, they know I run that
fukk you all, I claim that whenever
I change rap forever, the game back together, yeah
YM, I remain that forever
In the same place my brother Wayne at forever
I'm a descendent of either Marley or Hendrix
I haven't figured it out cause my story is far from finished
I'm hearing all of the jokes, I know that they tryna push me
I know that showin' emotion don't ever mean I'm a p*ssy
Know that I don't make music for nikkas who don't get p*ssy
So those are the ones I count on to diss me or overlook me
Lord knows, Lord knows, I'm heavy, I got my weight up
Roberson boost your rate up, it's time that somebody paid up
A lot of nikkas came up off of a style that I made up
But if all I hear is me, then who should I be afraid of?
Bought a white Ghost, now shyt is gettin' spooky
Very, very scary, like shyt you see in the movies
In this bytch all drinks on the house like Snoopy
That's why all the real soldiers salute me
Trill nikka, for real
Over a year and a half has passed since this verse dropped on his album and it's still
Drake got The Crown
#OVO
Sidenote: What the fukk was Ross rapping about? He got murdered on here
It's your worst nightmare, it's my first night here
And this girl right here, who knows what she knows?
So I'm going through her phone if she go to the bathroom
And her purse right there, I don't trust these hoes at all
But that's just the result of me paying attention
To all these women that think like men with the same intentions
Talking strippers and models that try to gain attention
Even a couple pornstars that I'm ashamed to mention
But Weezy and Stunna my only role models
Haffa and Jordan my only role models
That's why I walk around with all this gold on
And every time I run into these nikkas they want no problems
Bottom sixes and chains, and some bracelets and rings
All of the little accents that make me a king
I never hear the disses they try and point out to me
But it's whatever if somebody wan' make it a thing
I'm more concerned with nikkas thinkin' about Christmas in August
Do anything to buy gifts for they daughters
Get some shake, a brick in the press
And chef it like Mrs. Fields; they're making the cookie stretch
I know it so well, I know the hustle so well
Stunt like I'm working overnighters right by the motel
Drug money outfit, record clean
Spend it all on me and my fukkin' team
Matchin' Rollies for real, matchin' Rovers for real
Places they say they've been, we've actually going for real
I'm really killin' shyt, fukk all the jiggy rapping
I'm going trigga happy just to see my nikkas happy
Mixtape legend, underground kings
Lookin' for the right way to do the wrong things
With my new bytch that's living in Palm Springs
Young ass nikka, lifelong dreams
They take the greats from the past and compare us
I wonder if they'd ever survive in this era
In a time where it's recreation
To pull all your skeletons out the closet like Halloween decorations
I know of all the things that I hear they be poking fun at
Never the flow though, they know I run that
fukk you all, I claim that whenever
I change rap forever, the game back together, yeah
YM, I remain that forever
In the same place my brother Wayne at forever
I'm a descendent of either Marley or Hendrix
I haven't figured it out cause my story is far from finished
I'm hearing all of the jokes, I know that they tryna push me
I know that showin' emotion don't ever mean I'm a p*ssy
Know that I don't make music for nikkas who don't get p*ssy
So those are the ones I count on to diss me or overlook me
Lord knows, Lord knows, I'm heavy, I got my weight up
Roberson boost your rate up, it's time that somebody paid up
A lot of nikkas came up off of a style that I made up
But if all I hear is me, then who should I be afraid of?
Bought a white Ghost, now shyt is gettin' spooky
Very, very scary, like shyt you see in the movies
In this bytch all drinks on the house like Snoopy
That's why all the real soldiers salute me
Trill nikka, for real
Over a year and a half has passed since this verse dropped on his album and it's still
Drake got The Crown
#OVO
Sidenote: What the fukk was Ross rapping about? He got murdered on here
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Breaking up every verse with uhs & yes.