inside of me It's the hardest thing i ever have to do to walk away from you when i wanna hold you it's the hardest thing in every single day to have
grabbin' money off the ground Yeah, all hail Mr. Lyrical, spades of the opus, baby What you got a feelin' for? I can show you new things Have you feelin
the ground [Verse 1 - Drake] Yeah, all hail Mister Lyrical Spades of the Opus baby What you got a feeling for? I can show you new things Have you feeling
Out here talking like you carrying arms We don't shoot at motherfuckers, we done flipped the script to carrying bombs I can end it for niggas out here who's hard
mine All I want is your attention, it's all the same thing Are you in? What's it gonna be? Don't roll with the punches, make it hard for me baby Drop
Used to have a little, now I have a lot No matter where I go I know I came from, from the Bronx From "In Livin' Color" to movie scripts To "On the 6
matter what people say I'm gon' keep rapping this way No matter what you may think I'm gon' keep doing my thing One of the worst things yo I am a fag
you won't read that book again Because the ending's just too hard to take I'll walk away like a movie star Who gets burned in a three-way script Enter
Yeah North Carceezy! Oh yeah Cash Money ha Yeah Get the money baby Get this money baby TQueezy! It's Birdman baby Freezy you did the damn thing boy [Petey
fo' twenty-fo' In the mo'nin', why I won't call you back Got another little freak all on my lap She's been tellin' me things that I wanna hear So I
knew that I was there So you wrote it down I'm supposed to care Even though it's never there Sorry if I'm not prepared Is it hard to see the things
the East Side We gonna flip the track baby, flip the script like this Big shouts to all the weed spots and all that who know how we do Me things no
partial But here's the brain fuck We the same 'cause I'm probably about to fall out With a Young Buck While I attempt to fuck the fuckin' Game up Bitch, splat, only thing
here's the brain f-ck We the same cuz I'm probably about to fall out with a young buck While I attempt to f-ck the f-cking game up Bitch, splat, only thing
's all ready understood Ain't nothin, Ain't nothin' change but the address (fool) Ain't nothin' change but the address We still the same old niggas switchin the script
me in a daze The jazz, the jive, the poetry The style, the lingo, the bags of equality Many different things tryin' to get to me But in a world of hard
Adidas store Don't be comparin us to rappers Compare us to the Arabs, this a terrorist attack, uh - BOOM! Lord have mercy, we here to destroy EVERY-thing
gift and yeah it's probably unhealthy 'Cause I went so hard and woke up sober I lost my good friend and broke up soldiers Loco, goin' hard as a locomotive
