MegaMan lyrics

by

Drake


[Verse 1]
Faded off the kush, I'm gone
Only two years old when daddy used to bring them hookers home
Looking like my grandma, my n*ggas got that ammo
We jack-son and then light up the L, Samuel
Tunechi in this b*tch, n*gga, y'all n*ggas b*tch n*ggas
Rats gon' rat, and snakes gon' hiss, n*gga
Baseball rich, n*gga, do this sh*t for all my homies
Where them bad b*tches at? Come and put that pus*y on me
Tunechi, you a murderer, boy, you just be killing sh*t
Yeah, you know that money talk, I am the ventriloquist
Tranquilizer in the trunk, put your ass to sleep, man
Birdman Junior, got the world in my wingspan
How you n*ggas want it? Have it your way, Burger King
I get deep in that pus*y, dig her out, surgery
f*cking with a real n*gga, f*cking right, certainly
Break in your f*cking home, take your life, burglary
Whoa, n*gga, die slow, n*gga
For dear life you're holding on, En Vogue, n*gga
Unload, n*gga, reload, n*gga
Tools on deck, Home Depot, n*gga
Well, if life is a b*tch, then mine a gold digger
Yeah, and all my b*tches nasty, like a cold dinner
Every day I go so hard and work my ass off
I'm good, I'm 100, like a fastball
It's Carter IV
[Interlude]
Yeah!
Ugh!
I'm going back in, man
Yeah

[Verse 2]
We get f*ck y'all money, how you wanna play it?
That AK sleep on the side of my bed
That's one eye closed, one eye open
Your cap get peeled, like ibuprofen
I'm sick, I'm ill, I ain't the n*gga to f*ck with
It's a crazy world, and life is shorter than Bushwick
Young Money, man, we got this sh*t by a land slide
Boy, I send them Bloods at your ass, like a tampon
Uptown sh*t, wet the whole party
Weezy gon' ball, bal' like Steve Harvey
The heater, I'ma tuck her; Tucker like Delores
That's my word, word like thesaurus
I don't see no future in your fronting, I be stunting hard
Rap game dependent on me, like a bungee cord
Fear nobody, but God almighty
Shoot that motherf*cker 'til I get arthritis
I'm a beast, I'm a ass, I'm ahead of my class
I'm a diamond in the rough, like a baby in the trash
I don't talk it, I live it; I paint a picture, vivid
And them pistols popping, like they sitting in a skillet
I go so hard, go so mean, I'm so New Orleans
Told the judge I couldn't budge, it was him or me
Forget the bullsh*t and remember me
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