Drake - First Person Shooter (feat. J. Cole) (가사/듣기)

 
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(Pew pew pew)
First person shooter mode
We turnin' your song to a funeral
To them niggas that say they want offices
You better be talkin' my work in cubicles
Yeah them boys had it locked
But I knew the code
Lot of niggas debatin' my numeral not the three
Not the two I'm the U N O
Yeah
Numero U N O
Me and Drizzy this shit like the Super Bowl
Man this shit damn near big as the
Big as the what? Big as the what?
Big as the what?
Big as the Super Bowl
But the difference is it's just two guys playin' shit
That they did in the studio
Niggas usually send they verses back to me
And they be terrible just like a two year old
I love a dinner with some fine women
When they start debatin' about who the G O A T
I'm like Go 'head say it then who the G O A T?
'Who the G O A T? Who the G O A T? 
Who the G O A T?'
Who you bitches really rootin' for?
Like a kid from January then November nigga
It's just you and Cole
Big as the what? Big as the what?
Big as the what?
Big as the Super Bowl
Niggas so thirsty to put me in beef
Dissectin' my words and start lookin' too deep
I look at the tweets and start suckin' my teeth
I'm lettin' it rock 'cause I love the mystique
I still wanna get me a song with YB
Can't trust everything that you saw on IG
Just know if I diss you I made sure you know
That I hit you like I'm on your caller ID
I'm namin' the album The Fall Off it's pretty ironic
'Cause it ain't no fall off for me
Still in this bitch gettin' bigger
They waitin' on the kid to come jot
Like a father to be
Love when they argue the hardest MC
Is it K Dot is it Aubrey or me?
We the big three like we started a league
But right now I feel like Muhammed Ali
Huh yeah yeah huh huh yeah Muhammed Ali
Yeah the one that they call
When they shit ain't connectin' no more
Feel like I got a job in IT
Rhymin' with me is the biggest mistake
The Spider Man meme is me lookin' at Drake
It's like we recruited your homies to beat
Demon deacons we got 'em a ten in the weight
Hate how the gang gotta wait for the bars man
This shit like a prison escape
Everybody steppers well fuck it
Then everybody breakfast
And I'm 'bout to clear up my plate
(Huh huh huh)
When I show up it's motion picture blockbuster
The G O A T with the golden pin the top toucher
The spot rusher sprayed his whole shit up
The crop duster
Not Russia but apply pressure
To your cranium
Cole's automatic when aimin' em
With The Boy in the status a stadium
Nigga
Ayy I'm 'bout to I'm bout to
I'm 'bout to yeah
Yeah
I'm 'bout to click out on this shit
I'm 'bout to click woah
I'm 'bout to click out on this shit
I'm 'bout to click woah
I'm down to click down you hoes
And make a crime scene
I click the trigger on the stick like a high beam
Man I was Bentley wheel whippin'
When I was nineteen
She call my number leave her hangin'
She got dry cleaned
She got an Android her messages is lime green
I search one name
And end up seein' twenty tings
Nadine Christine Justine Kathleen
Charlene Pauline Claudine
Man I pack 'em in this phone like some sardines
And they send me naked pictures
It's just small things
You niggas is still takin' pictures on a dog stream
My youngers richer than you rappers
And they all stream
I really hate that you been sellin' them
Some false dreams
Man if your pub was up for sale
I buy the whole thing
Will they ever give me flowers?
Well of course not
They don't wanna have that talk
'Cause it's a sore spot
They know The Boy the one that got a boycott
I told Jim and Jammer
I use a GRAMMY as a door stop
Girl gave me some head because I need it
And if I fuck with you then after
I might eat it wait
Niggas talkin' 'bout when this gon' be repeated
What the fuck bro? I'm one away from Michael
Nigga beat it nigga beat it what?
Beat it what? Beat it what? Beat it what?
Beat it what?
Beat it what? Beat it what? Beat it what?
Beat it what?
Beat it what? Beat it what? Beat it what?
Beat it what?
Don't even pay me back on no favors
I don't need it