Lets Go Im Ready lyrics

by

Drake


[Intro]
Yeah, Evil Red Flame. Yeah. Shouts out to Biggie. Yeah I see you. Shouts out to Funk Master Flex. I got you my n*gga. Lil B for Lil Boss. Good looking. I got you

[Verse 1]
Man Boss don't f*ck with b*tches
In this coupe sky-high, and its lookin like I come for cash
Can't no n*gga touch like the slaving days
Worked too f*cking hard like it's training day
Coming straight out the clouds like a rainy day
How the f*ck I run the rap game, it's the crack game
A lot of n*ggas talk nonsense, pass it
Most of these rap n*ggas is living off fashion
And I can give a f*ck about how you dress to be honest
If your bank account ain't got 15 commas
Trying to rob me, catching knuckles like Sonic
Throwing up the blood and I ain't talking bout vomit
Real Berkeley no I don't gang bang
Real rap n*ggas die over the same thing
f*ck around that'd be a nine to your hamstring
Treat em like the season no this ain't a damn game
30 mac clips, we all hold silly sh*t
Got a life sentence and my parents do real sh*t
Tiny jeans make you think I'm a young faggot
Now you gone b*tch, who the real n*gga lasting
Up in plastic
f*ck the house, ain't putting sh*t up in the mattress
Think you hard with the booty Doug Flutie
Brett Favre of the rap game, won't lose me
Can't beat me, hand gun get the Uzi
Clap n*ggas like jokes at the end of the movies
Not Austin Powers but I got real groovy
Same lawyer as John Tesh, b*tch sue me
Real sh*t
[Outro]
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