[VERSE 1]
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Black Hearts on my card again
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At da crib tellin ya girl that we should order in
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And tell Gee to put his feet up on the automin
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We jus up against a bunch of rappers
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I go harder then
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Damn I'm so catching or smarter then
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Alot of these niggas swear
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The coaches brought the starter in
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Yea and I'm the type to tell your daughter things
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I float high don't try and cut my water wings
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I'm still myself suicide bars i kill myself Charging to the game i build myself
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And i don't feel yall but I feel myself
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And to Dough tellem I deserve a mossletough
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I'm rapping like a Sheppard with the mussel off
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I'm next to blow PAUSE
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And I can't hear the critics
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Talkin over the applause
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Yeah I tried to tellem future letem know
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Send da hatas all my love X and O
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I got a black box wear suggestions go
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But i don't really give a fuck
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It's probaly best you know
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My reality is brighter den ya dreams are
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I got ya dream girl ridin in ya dream car
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Yeah and the visual is stunnin
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I hope they document what I'm becomin
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CONGRATULATIONS
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[Verse 2]
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So What you want an award or something
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I'm at the private airport border something
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I see nothing from a far but I'm far from nothin
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Put on your Poker Face
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I'll pull ya card if you bluffin
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But I ain't with the hard talk
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I got a Monopoly catch me on my boardwalk
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Like I said we'll pull ya card
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And find out you're a Hallmark
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Just know I'm breaking world records
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No false start
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I don't see ya point
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Unless it's gunpoint or somethin
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My deal with Weezy first week
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One point Somehtin
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And my verse is gettin stupider
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Wayne if you on Mars
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Can you pick me up from Jupiter
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Phone blowin up so I'm cuttin off my cellular
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I'm a superstar
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Know that on to my Nebula
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I will break a leg
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Break an arm
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And a fibula
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When I break it down
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When I When I break it down
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I hug and kiss the drum kick
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I put the beat in my back pocket and jus sit
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But you can never beat my ass PAUSE
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Again DAMMIT yall again yall
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Pretend that we are
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Some men that get it on and in
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I die before I lose cause I was born to win
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If he don't fuck with yall
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Then don't bother him
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And yes I fucked this game
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But I won't father them
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[Verse 3]
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It's like these days man I'm booked
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And I'm busy Dad named me Drake
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Hoods named my Drizzy
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They try to tell me I'll neve be nothing
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But a Protege but if you watch the VMA's
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There's nothin more to say
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I got the key to happiness and all the copies
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Remember this day like you bought a POPPY
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And damn how I get so nice
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I done spent it all once
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Bout to get rich twice
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Surprise party Bitch now it's on and poppin
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I always choose dough like it's my only option
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Cause money always knows best
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Chain Snatch Flow they say get it off yo chest
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And I'm what all the fuss about
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And if they talkin I bet
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I'm what they discussion bout
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Hit me at the office same extention
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Consider me the reason yall should
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Pay Attenion
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[Lil Wayne:]
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It's CRAP a yo Drizzy you shoulda said dat on da hook shoulda been like Congratulations it's CRAP
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Yea It's Crap Congratulations
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Congratulations
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Drake |