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Drake performs at Radio City Music Hall

 

And I’m a leave on one more note

One more motherfuckin note

It’s like this… Look at him

 

[Drake:]

I ain’t been here in a minute

Cut the lights off I feel fantastic right now baby…

Yeah… Look…

I said I used to cut the porch lights on and now I cut the porches lights on just to let them know their foresights wrong

Where this rapper going with that obscure ice on he a lame I’m just tryna get my mature life on

O D.

O. D. Everybody know me, even fans that resemble them kids in the O.C.

Oh me Oh my them girls love me like Seth Cohen,

So get a grip get a glass pour the X. O. in

I did want one these niggas to say that I’m not the same

Pick a road cause where you drivin is not a lane

And rest in peace to Pimp C life is not a game,

Taking over the world no pinky just a lotta Brain

He bout to send them the shit that I’m on (Yeah)

You prolly could have predicted I’m on (Yeah)

My sense of judgment is a officially gone

Up into the air all the smoke from the swisha is blown

Ahh… I’m grown I’m grown I’m living in this elevator zone alone

I’m up so high I’m never coming down and you say you got them hoes but they never coming round

I got pent house walls I stay high above your ass

And I can see it all, my balcony is glass

And wifey’s over (Bitches)

But moneys over (Her)

Cause money’s under (Nothin)

My life is such a (Blur)

That’s not the way it has to go it’s jus what I prefer

And do not disagree with me it’s best you jus concur

I’m a legend with a legacy that can’t help but survive

Even when I fuckin die they gonna bury me Alive…

 

[Chorus:]

And I’m so prestigious

I brought my niggas from the hood to the beaches

I’m living good gripping wood with all the features

Jesus my money straight no creases

P P P Peep this

We got bottles over here

Kush is in the air… we good (O. D. O.D.)

Bithces over there… we good (O. D. O. D.)

Money on the floor we good

 

O.D. O.D everybody know me

 

[Travis McCoy:]

Oh no Travie high on life again… (Wow)

Feel like I swallowed a whole bottle of Vicodin… (Dam)

So high I wanna cry like tiny violins

In my best mode the pesmote enjoy the silence… (Shh)

Stop the violence, how when every blind is like the motherfuckin Watts riots pouring out my pen

Iight dam be easy I’m a get back

Gentleman with a superlative use of syntax

And I done gave up the narcotics but I can’t leave the crib without some xanax in my water… (Nope)

Hello my name is Travie and I’m a life-aholic

Told’em all these beats is like the Wallis to my Gromit… (Ha)

The alpha to my Bruce wearing stripes on my candy cane

Worn without the other so for real without the candy brain

Super trooper like a gun tote in candyman

Ask me how I’m livin bet I tell ya fine and dandy man

Check his vital signs they peeping off the meter man

I’m a live forever in Neverland with Peter Pan

Fuck pulling the nine out

I’m a pull a Amy Winehouse

Sipping Purple Rain with Mary Jane girls in my house… (My House)

Isaiah I’m a see ya when I get there

Until then hold me down like gravity it’s Travie… Uno… Easy

 

[Chorus:]

And I’m so prestigious

I brought my niggas from the hood to the beaches

I’m living good gripping wood with all the features

Jesus my money straight no creases

P P Peep this

We got bottles over here

Kush is in the air… we good (O. D. O.D.)

Bithces over there… we good (O. D. O. D.)

Money on the floor we good

 

It’s Mickey

 

O.D. O.D everybody know me

 

[Mickey Factz:]

Ha I’m bout to overdose on life somebody please pass the weed

So if I comatose tonight you won’t have to ask for refer

If the things that I seen through my Prada frames got me paid

Watch me mane I’m cocky slave with this Rocky chain

I got I got my fames cluttered with this bud

And this name of it is Fame and it’s all up in my blood

Tyna suppress the too fresh feeling I got… Oooo yes

I’m in it for the huge yes duplex living like I’m Hugh Heff

Every other night I need a blue net for group sex

Leaving with a bruise neck then I yell whose next… (Next)

Stand’em in a line this is new fax city take this crack between ya thighs… (Yeah)

(Mickey what you mean) I’m promethazine fuck the queen

Sniff the white horse of success and then let him lean… (Let’em see)

Tryna match my high on life… (Then let’em dream)

Gotta catch the spot on my flight

First class known of the aroma of the smoker life

Got me like a stoner, a zoner but nah it’s never over… (Mickey what you mean)

I stick my tongue out sippin Remy conceited of I’m teasing every bum out

Hung out with celebrities from every drug house

So when you remember me say that I was strung out… (Mickey what you mean)

I’m a addict for the green cash I’m a O.D. so flip going to rehab

 

[Chorus:]

And I’m so prestigious

I brought my niggas from the hood to the beaches

I’m living good gripping wood with all the features

Jesus my money straight no creases

P P Peep this

We got bottles over here

Kush is in the air… we good (O. D. O.D.)

Bithces over there… we good (O. D. O. D.)

Money on the floor we good

 

O.D. O.D everybody know me

 

 

 

 

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