[Verse 1: Drake]
This is all God's doing, man, you can't plan it,
But if the devil's in the details, then I'm satanic,
'Bout to take over your city and you can't stand it,
My accountant say you sinkin' like the Titanic.
David Blaine last summer, man, you had to vanish,
I get the hits like somebody pitchin' underhanded,
Got my Spanish ting convinced that I know Spanish,
Really, when she get to talkin', I don't understand it.
You ain't own it right away, you had to wait on niggas,
Man, I'm only 29, have some patience with us,
Plus I never met nobody from my label, nigga,
I just pop up with the music then they pay a nigga.
Shit ain't been the same like before,
I still love it but I used to love it more,
FaceTime with my shawty on tour,
And she textin' purple hearts
‘Cause she know that we at war, yeah!
[Chorus: Drake]
Niggas keep reachin' and dissin',
Can't afford mistakes, not on this end,
Make me call my bros for assistance,
You gon' make me call my bros for assistance.
Niggas keep reachin' and dissin',
Put me in a fucked up position,
You gon' make me call my bros for assistance,
Make me call my bro.
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Baby, I'm a savage, I ain't romantic,
When I come around these rappers, niggas start to panic,
And they pockets goin under like the Titanic,
Got some head last night and it was outstanding.
They was hatin on me then and they hatin now. Hatin now!
She was playin with me then but she waitin now,
Used to sleep inside a den, I got acres now. Mansion!
I was fightin niggas then but I'm sprayin now. Blastin!
I don't pay no mind to no sneak diss. Nope!
I won't spend a dime on a freak bitch. Broke!
Niggas takin cheap shots on some cheap shit,
They the type to stand in line for some free shit. Broke bitch!
Baby girl gon suck it till her jaws locked. Suck it!
She gon make me put my bitch on call block. Fuckin up!
We the ones poppin, we the ones shoppin
We the one droppin niggas, we the ones. We the ones!
They the ones duckin when them heaters come,
You that nigga snitchin on your people, huh? Shh!
21 Savage aka The Reaper, huh,
Pussy niggas gettin shot for all that reachin, huh!
[Chorus: Drake]
Niggas keep reachin' and dissin',
Can't afford mistakes, not on this end,
Make me call my bros for assistance,
You gon' make me call my bros for assistance.
Niggas keep reachin' and dissin',
Put me in a fucked up position,
You gon' make me call my bros for assistance,
Make me call my bro.
[Verse 3: Drake]
I don't need love, I'm the G.O.A.T.,
I just hit the beat and float,
And I'm sellin' out arenas, but you puttin' on a show,
I been tryna change life around for everyone I know,
‘Cause if I don't share the wealth,
Then how the fuck we supposed to grow?!
Mom's stressed, there's a lot of things we need,
Chain smokin' in the house, it's hard to breathe,
I used to have to hit my T's with Febreze,
Jordan pull up in the TL, now I'm cheese.
I'ma turn this TSX into a Benz soon,
I'ma see a lot of blessings for my friends soon,
150-inch screen in my bedroom,
6'1", man, a nigga need some leg room.
Shit ain't been the same like before,
They ain't even wanna look up at the score,
FaceTime with my shawty on tour,
And she textin' purple hearts
‘Cause she know that we at war, yeah!
[Chorus: Drake]
Niggas keep reachin' and dissin',
Can't afford mistakes, not on this end,
Make me call my bros for assistance,
You gon' make me call my bros for assistance.
Niggas keep reachin' and dissin',
Put me in a fucked up position,
You gon' make me call my bros for assistance,
Make me call my bro.
Комментарии