Congratulations - Drake
(Final Track on the CD Version of So Far Gone, a.k.a. the second best song next to "November 18th")
Uh..
Black hearts on my cardigan
At the crib telling ya girl that we should order in
And tell G to put his feet up on the ottoman
We just up against a buncha rappers I go harder than
Damn, I’m so catching and smarter than
A lotta these niggas, swear the coaches brought the starter in
Yeah, and I’m the type to tell ya daughter things
I flow high, don’t try and cut my water wiiings
I’m still myself
Suicide bars, I kill myself
Charge it to the game, I bill myself
And I don’t feel y’all but I feel myself
And to dough, tell ‘em I deserve a mazel tov
I’m rappin like a shepherd with the muzzle off
I’m next to blow, pause
And I can’t hear the critics talkin over the applause
Yeah, I try to tell ‘em Future let ‘em know
Send the haters all my love, X and O
I got a black box where suggestions go
But I don’t really give a fuck, it’s probably best you know
My reality is brighter than your dreams are
I got ya dream girl ridin in ya dream car
Yeah, and the visual is stunning
I hope they document what I’m becoming
Congratulations…
So what, you want an award or somethin?
I’m at the private airport, bored or somethin
I see nothing from afar but I’m far from nothin
Put on your poker face, I pull your card if ya bluffinnn
But I ain’t with the hard talk
I got a monopoly, catch me on my boardwalk
Like I said, we pull your card and find out you’re a Hallmark
Just know I’m breakin world records, no false start
I don’t see your point unless it’s gunpoint or somethin
My deal like Weezy first week, 1-point somethin
And my verse’s getting stupider
Wayne, if you’re on Mars, can you pick me up from Jupiterrr?
Phone blowin up so I’m cutting off my cellular
I’m a super star, know they’re on to my nebula
I will break a leg, break a arm and a fibula
When I break it down
When I, When I break it dooowwnnn
I hug and kiss the drum kick
I put the beat in my back pocket and just sit
But, you could never beat my ass, pause
Again damage y’all, again
Y’all, pretend that we all some men that get it on
And in,
I die before I lose ‘cause I was born
To win,
If he don’t fuck with y’all, then don’t bother him
And yes I fucked this game, but I won’t fall to them
It’s like, these days man I’m booked and I’m busy
Dad named me Drake, Foots named me Drizzy
They tried to tell me I’d be nothing like a protégé
But if you watched the VMA’s there’s nothing more to saaay
I got the key to happiness and all the copies
Remember this day like you bought a poppy
And damn, how I get so nice?
I just spent it all once, bout to get rich twice
Surprise party bitch, now it’s on and poppin
I always chose dough like it’s my only option
..‘Cause money always knows best
Chain-snatch flow, they say “Get it off yo’ chessst”
And I’m what all the fuss about
And if they talking, I bet I’m what they discussion bout
Hit me at the office, same extension
Consider me the reason y’all should pay attention
(Weezy Outro)
It’s Crack..
Hey-yo Drizzy, you shoulda said that on here.
Shoulda been like…
Congratulations… It’s crack!
lyrics to go, I'm feelin this song
ReplyDeletedrake is the truth.
ReplyDeletea lot of niggas is sleepin' on him.