caught me in a moment Like I catch 'em stealing flows 'cause I swear I never loaned it And life ain't a rehearsal, the camera's always rollin' So come and get a
I don't give a fuck about it and I don't give a shit about you I don't give a damn about you And I don't give a shit about you Mother-fuck you, mother
make you feel a little bigger Big up to the fake niggas from a real nigga Fake niggas, help you recognize a real nigga Uh, I'm a Brooklyn nigga anyhow
on a white T I make a snow angel Y'all niggas squares, but aint got no angle My shit's so tight you can get strangled It's Young Money aint no such thing
m too young for this" Look, I don't curse but in this verse man, fuck the world I lost my father to a gun and made a little girl And I'm still thuggin
stupid, Pack a Uzi, Hundred clips nigga, Dats a movie, Aim at ya toupee, You sweet as Kool-Aid, Creme brulee, I'm sharp as Blueray, I fuck her today, Then she gotta skate, Young
of those, let em know I shine a globe, even in the dark, stay smart Stay sharp, as a harp played by a musician in this position Feel blessed to make the
in(x4) And I'ma go hard (x4) (Drake verse 2) First off you know what it is if you heard Drake, Making hoes wobble like a bridge in a earthquake,
Young Money, yeah Throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower But it's fuck the world, get a child out her Yeah, my life a bitch, but you know nothing 'bout
know it, too I can make a mere schoolboy forget his books I can make a world-famous beauty neglect her looks I can make a good man forsake his wife
Why Halle have to let a white man pop her to get a Oscar? Why Denzel have to be crooked before he took it? Why they didn't make the CL6 wit' a clutch?
a laugh, I would say it's cool but we here it a lot, So, fix up be true to y'self Save up for a ring or a belt or, Year's young and the night's are blazin
spot, call me Mr. Flintstone I can make your bedrock I can make your bedrock I can make your bedrock, girl I can make your bedrock I can make your bedrock
Listen while Nas saves his hood from the most Cowardest rappers He held a mass appeal and a little boy smile Depressed has a complex his mouth was foul
make it tomorrow My skin is a art gallery, right with paintings of crucifixes Hopin' to save me from all the dangers in the music business Was once a young
that, how can I not be dead? This old German said I was a thug with a notty head Looked at my Benz and called that a Nazi sled With a face like he wonder
business. Smokin on a blunt in my own restaurant, People lookin from a distance think I'm Big Daddy Kunk, Reincarnated, spirit of a G. Beef? I'll make you dinner, take a
business Smokin' on a blunt in my own restaurant People lookin' from a distance think I'm big daddy cunk Reincarnated spirit of a G Beef'll make you dinner take a