Singer: DrakeComposer: DrakeFor my nigga HushYeah, lookDressed in fatigues, I rep the East with my trusteesSmokin’ on crushed leavesThey turn they back on everything we built, then they must bleedI’ve seen splatter hit the snow when the blood freezeStraps over territory they know we must keepGet home and white Air Forces get brushed cleanBack when my mama would interrupt sleepTo tell me hurry up ’cause the bus leavesSummertime heatwaves, I used to just cut sleevesMy shorty really love me, man, she want me to cut keysI can’t do that normal type of life, is it just me?Niggas steady try to ride the wave, but it’s rough seasI’m losin’ enough sleep dealin’ with envyAnd the news that they sent for me got the block in a frenzyIt’s on Meech like it’s trendyRunnin’ round from Laurier to MacKenzie when the city’s empty, yeahEarly twenties, but I want fifties, hundreds, not penniesI need plentyGot me ready to flip the F out like FendiWhatever’s in me, it’s takin’ overI gotta bust it down, break it openUntil somebody starts takin’ notice, then we rollin’Yeah, then we rollin’, then we rollin’Deep pockets on a nigga, I can’t find my phone inNow we rollin’Yeah, then we rollin’, then we rollin’
Deep pockets on a nigga, I can’t find my phone inNow we rollin’LookBack when Big Apple sold dreams, I stuck to my own thingBack when the house that I own now was my home screenBefore I’d ever hit the road and feel like the home teamRunnin’ missionsPyramid schemes just like the EgyptiansBack when hotlines were still flippin’Now I’m seein’ money off of hotlines blingin’ but it feels differentTransitions, plans switchin’, ambitionMindin’ my business, buildin’ a business, et ceteraInspired by a few, but my mind really drives itself like TeslaI always had a little somethin’ extraBack when Corey was our sole investorAnd the car could get from A to B, but won’t impress yaLook, I ain’t no ballerStill need my accounts longer like the way my nephew’s gettin’ tallerMy soundtrack is the second Carter, dreamin’ of acceptin’ offersAnd easin’ tensionsKeepin’ family out of East DetentionAnd out of Pine Hill Funeral CenterSpots we got no business enterin’Back when Jill Scott was the apple of my afrocentric eyeI had to find a way to get someone’s attentionThen we rollin’, then we rollin’Deep pockets on a nigga, I can’t find my phone inNow we rollin’Yeah, then we rollin’, then we rollin’Deep pockets on a nigga, I can’t find my phone inNow we rollin’