Number 15 lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, I had to do this sh*t for my little brother Mar
Young n*gga just wanna hear me talk that Toronto sh*t, you know?

[Verse 1: Drake]
You see bad b*tches and fall in love
I be talking arithmetic in the club, re-negotiations
Young Frank
I seen all of your favorite girls naked
And mental pictures were taken, I never forget they faces
They're lucky I can't draw, but still I'm artistic
Money on the way It's got both of my palms itching
You boys in the wrong business, for real
You boys in the wrong business
All this sitting back and watching will make you a strong witness
Testify on how I'm living, make sure it's non-fiction
Don’t leave out anybody that put me in this position
We couldn’t have done it better
We changed this city forever
Puffin shisha, lay back f*cking with FIFA
What I get for the feature I wouldn't f*ck with me either for real
Now I'm in it for the hoes and the checks
Care less about respect from n*ggas I never met
Champagne

[Verse 2: Nickelus F]
I know my city going crazy right about now
Broke n*gga, so I'm greedy
Break a n*gga down if they don't feed me
Yo girl break her neck the same second that she see me
And I bet my last nickel that she eff with Sweet Petey
Bradley Cooper, a future is limitless
I'm infinite, take a photo of the synthesis
Grandmama got Alzheimer's but she'll remember this
Ain't no way that she won't remember
I wake up every mornin' shower, gather my belongings
But I just quit my job, but got some pus*y cause I'm balling
From AM to PM, beefing with the BM
Beefing with the boss, got fired by the GM
f*ck, I lost my n*gga to a goddamn murder
In his own kitchen, with his own goddamn burner
You ain't no goddamn boss
You a goddamn worker
f*ck beef when n*ggas dying for a goddamn burger
My n*gga, all we know is this pain
Chain smoking in the city where they smoke you for chains
Jamaica house to croaker spot, riding round smokin pot
On Broad Street we all drink -- PBR and Rolling Rock
Do this to get money, that ain't enough
Do this for my city, that ain't enough
Im like Andre 3k, 16 ain't enough
I get down like Curtis Snow
Dare you to call my bluff
Bet you it won't pick up
We ride box Chevys but we built Ford tough
And I bet you that we won't give up
The pigs try to lock us down
But we broke through cuffs