Yeah For the city, though Yeah They gotta light the tower up for this Yeah Okay
Out in the 6, I'm a national treasure The niggas that back me gon' back me forever R. I. P. Kobe, but y'all niggas brokie That's probably why y'all be shackin' together Capo and Lita got habits together Like couples vacation, they packin' together Like rushin' to finish, they'll slap it together The charge is like COVID, they'll catch it together They hate me so much, it's a sickenin' thing They must'vе heard wrong on the call I sent 'еm a sack 'cause I wanted you shipped to the king When you was a part of the team We used to be plannin' our Mexico trip in the spring We must've been dealin' the spur of the moment 'Cause why did we think you could get us a ring? They braggin' 'bout how you went home, the fuck are they on? Crodie, we threw 'em away G Pop sent us a real one from Daygo And next thing we knew, we was doin' parades Fuck, all you pussy, man, who could relate? Might just go take me a walk by the sea They diss on the boy 'til they blue in the face I put all the faces that's blue in the safe Really can't find me the words You niggas is birds, I wish that I knew what to say Move to your block, I don't see your face Your first time back since back in the day First time lit since back in the day We needed that chip since back in the day And my mind on the money, I'm rackin' my brain And none of you pussies is actin' the same
Yeah, none of you **** is actin' the same None of you **** is actin' the same Mind on my money, I'm rackin' my brain Go to the hotel right after your game I'm comin' to your show and get back on the plane But don't stick around in the 6 Don't stick around in the 6
Ayy Yeah (O—)
Boy gotta dip out the 6, run out the 6 Just like you did (Okay) Why was TPS at my crib until you boys slid? It is what it is (O—) Check signin' is my kink, pushin' out ink I feel like a squid (Okay)
I would probably need a YouTube search Just for me to do a laundry load (O—) Alex Moss tryna bring me back a hundred years From now, he got my body froze (Okay) All these niggas want a head tap I did more damage off a body blow (O—) I can't hit you off the iPhone shit Let me hit you off the lobby phone (Okay) Niggas gotta be around here Don't swivel 'cause we are not alone (O—) Niggas gotta be around ice, on the same shit Like we monotone (Okay) Niggas gotta be around ice with the sticks I'm like a hockey coach (O—) Niggas better have a bag with a pipe Like they came from a— (Okay) What? Bag with a pipe like they came from a Scottish home (O—) Damn, way niggas talkin' 'bout ice Must be a sale on microphone (Okay) How you niggas go from askin' for some tickets? Now you niggas tryna stop the show (O—) Ironic 'cause the Iceman was a nice man Now I'm hot and cold (Okay)
Boy gotta dip out the 6, run out the 6, just like you did Why was TPS at my crib until you boys slid? It is what it is (O—) Check signin' is my kink, pushin' out ink I feel like a squid (Okay)
O— Okay O— Okay O— Okay O—
Compositores: Drake, Boi-1da, London Cyr, Ryan Bakalarczyk, OZ, Patron (Producer), Ben10k & Nico Baran