Drake, here's how they gon' come at you

With silly rap feuds tryin' to distract you
In disguise in the form of a favor, the Barzini meeting, watch for the traitors,
Uhh,
I done seen it all, done it all
That's why none of these dum-dums, could done him off
The summer's ours, the winter too
Top down in the winter that's what winners do
And to these niggas I'm like, Windows Seven
You let them tell it they swear, that they invented you
And since no good deed go unpunished
I'm not as cool with niggas as I once was
I once was, cool as the Fonz was
But these bright lights turned me to a monster
Sorry mama I promised it wouldn't change me but I would have went insane as I remained the same ME
Fuck niggas, Bitches too!
All I got is this money,
This will do

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