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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Drake
Drake
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Paul Jefferies
Paul Jefferies
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Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
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Adam Feeney
Adam Feeney
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Anderson Hernandez
Anderson Hernandez
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Aubrey Drake Graham
Aubrey Drake Graham
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Noah "40" Shebib
Noah "40" Shebib
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Noel Cadastre
Noel Cadastre
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Paul Jefferies
Paul Jefferies
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Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
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Noah "40" Shebib
Noah "40" Shebib
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Fuck bein' on some chill shit We go 0 to 100, nigga, real quick They be on that rap to pay the bills shit And I don't feel that shit, not even a little bit Oh, Lord, know yourself, know your worth, nigga My actions been louder than my words, nigga How you so high, but still so down to Earth, nigga? Niggas wanna do it, we can do it on they turf Oh, Lord, I'm the rookie and the vet Shoutout to the bitches out here holdin' down the set All up in my phone, lookin' at pictures from the other night She gon' be upset if she keep scrollin' to the left, dawg She gon' see some shit that she don't wanna see She ain't ready for it If I ain't the greatest then I'm headed for it Yeah, that mean I'm way up (way up) Yeah, the 6 ain't friendly but that's where I lay up (lay up) This shit a motherfuckin' lay up I been Steph Curry with the shot Been cookin' with the sauce, Chef Curry with the pot, boy 360 with the wrist, boy Ay, who the fuck them niggas is, boy? OVO, man, we really with the shit, boy Yeah, really with the shit I should prolly sign to Hit-Boy 'cause I got all the hits, boy Fuck all that "Drake, you gotta chill" shit I be on my Lil Mouse drill shit Fuck all that rap to pay your bills shit Yeah, I'm on some Raptors pay my bills shit All up on TV, I thought it'd make me richer Wasn't payin' me enough, I needed somethin' quicker So now I'm all in Niko basement puttin' work in on the phones Either that or drive to Money Mart to make the pickups Man, it's 2008, I'm tryna paint the picture Comeback Season in the works and now I'm thinkin' bigger I got 40 in the studio, every night, late night Gotta watch that shit, don't want to make him sicker, that's my nigga Oh, Lord, got a whole lot to show for it I mean, we could really get it, we could go for it I'm just here for the bucks and the billis, nigga Don't make me kill one of the GOATs for it I run this shit, they like, "Go Forrest Run Forrest, run Forrest, go Forrest" Yeah, I mean you already wrote for us Damn, nigga, what's one more quote for us? Oh, Lord, who else soundin' like this? They ain't made me what I am, they just found me like this I was ready, f-uckthat, I been ready Since my dad used to tell me he was comin' to the house to get me He ain't show up Valuable lesson, man, I had to grow up That's why I never ask for help I'll do it for you niggas and do it for myself I go 0 to 100, nigga, real quick Real quick, whole squad on that real shit 0 to 100, nigga, real quick Real quick, real fuckin' quick, nigga 0 to 100, nigga, real quick Real quick, whole squad on that real shit 0 to 100, nigga, real quick Real quick, real fuckin' quick, nigga Whole squad on that real shit Whole squad on that real shit Whole squad on that real shit Yeah The other night Lavish Lee told me that I'm all these people listen to She said they love me unconditional Imagine how it feel to watch another nigga at the top You know that if you wasn't you, you would be dissin' you, dawg Damn, okay, from that perspective, I see what you're talkin' 'bout, no way to soften that 'Cause me, I was tryna find out where I lost 'em at But maybe I ain't lose 'em at all Maybe I keep movin' forward and they're just stagnant, they ain't movin' at all But when they need a favor, who do they call? Maybe I'm searchin' for the problems askin' what was said and who was involved Too focused on people's feedback and provin' 'em wrong They say the shoe can always fit, no matter whose foot it's on These days feel like I'm squeezin' in 'em Whoever wore 'em before just wasn't thinkin' big enough, I'm 'bout to leave 'em with 'em 'Cause if I run in the game in these, man, the seams are splittin' No pun intended, but they smellin' defeat in the air Headed where nobody took it, who meetin' me there? They tell him that he talkin' crazy but he doesn't care Bein' humble don't work as well as bein' aware Listen up, boy, you're better off eavesdroppin' We already got spring 2015 poppin' PND droppin', Reps-up P droppin' Majid Jordan droppin', OB droppin', not to mention me droppin' Feel like we paid the refs off, man, we fixed the game Me and Noel been at it before Twitter names Yeah, been on the move like the lease is up And I can't even name one person that's keepin' up Damn, fuck how it was in the past tense Ask yourself, how do we match up now? 'Cause I'm only 27 and I'm only gettin' better If I haven't passed you yet, watch me catch up now, for real
Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Noah James Shebib, Adam King Feeney, Anderson Hernandez, Chester A. Hansen, Paul Bernard Jefferies Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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