Singer: DrakeComposer: DrakeYeahSomebody, umSomebody hit me today and they were like“Nah, just make sure, you knowYou tell me what to do when I get there, you know?”(June, you’re a genius)I said, “I respect it, no problem”I got all these blessings just to give it to others anywayKnow what I’m sayin’?Yeah, my hand’s always open, for realAyyThirty-three years, I gave that to the gameThirty-three mil’, I’ll save that for the rainFive hundred weeks, I’ll fill the charts with my painFive hundred mil’ and I’ll fall back in the 6ixFinally give you niggas the space you need to existMichael Jackson shit, but the palace is not for kidsStill women sayin’ it’s childish, the way we liveBrought a few Ws to the 6ixBaby mama fluke, but I love her for who she isBaby, Wayne and Tez responsible for this shitHalf the time, I question my consciousness in this shitOther times, I question if compliments are legitFull-time, I’m out here confident as a bitchTryna make good on the promises that I giveTryna make sure my accomplices are legitRegister the business in my brother’s nameThirty-five hunnid in her pocket, that should cover thingsCertified lover man, trappin’ out the motherlandAlways move right so my watch is on the other handShe can try and play it down now, but she was a fanPeople wanna know what’s in my pockets, they don’t understand
My assistant always findin’ Percocet and rubber bandsKnow my mom might not want to hear how I discover plansWord to Sandra Graham, no one love you like your mother canI watched Michael Rubin win a million off a couple handsI decide what to see next like it’s on demandI decide what to be next like I’m switchin’ plansI’ma tell you what you feel next like the weathermanI will split heads and break necks for my little man6 God, prayin’ hands like I’m a religious manBut I’m just a sicker man, wicked manLook, we can argue back and forth, but who’s the richer man?Isn’t that what matters in this world that we livin’ in?Bang those dividends, snakes stay slitherin’How you plan to make it to the top by just fittin’ in?How you plan to take a nigga’s spot by just givin’ in?How you gon’ treat this shit like you gon’ get to live again?How you gettin’ hype off one hit? Do that shit againHow you got a manager you met after you got the win?Bet you got some niggas that’ll love you ’til the bitter endBet you got somebody that’s just smarter than your other friendsGive ’em a percentage, see what happens to your blessings thenYou just need to stay close to your people that was there when others could’ve beenThan when others should’ve beenGot a nigga starin’ at the game like, “Damn, coach, put him in”But you never listen, so you niggas goin’ wood againGot us in the crib, talkin’ ’bout what niggas coulda been, shoulda beenAnd I got your girl on the second floor, beggin’ me to put it inAnd it’s not because all of the money that you wouldn’t spendAnd it’s not because I set it up to try and get revengeIt’s because you niggas insecure, you ain’t made menIt’s because even though you hate on me, we stay friendsIt’s because you niggas never learn when to say whenYeahFor realFacts, you know what I’m sayin’?Hahaha, yeah