I Am Not a Human Being lyrics

by

Drake


[Intro]
I-I-I, am-am not a human being!

[Verse 1]
Uhh, pus*y for lunch
Pop all the balloons and spit in the punch, haha
Yeah, kush in the blunts
I ride through your block, see a foot in the trunk
I don't know why they keep playing, they better re-plan
I'm giving 'em the blues, Bobby Blue Bland
Together we stand, and fall on y'all
Balling with my Bloods, call it B-ball
These dames ain't sh*t, Young Money is
I got Mars bars, 3 Musketeers
Come through, coupe same color as veneers
And you know I'm riding with the toast, cheers
Yeah, now I'm back on my grizz
And y'all's a bunch a squares like a mothaf*ckin' grid
sh*t, f*ck with me and get hid
I finger-f*ck the Nina, make that b*tch have kids
Just do it? My n*gga, I just did
Ain't a motherf*cker deeper than me, b*tch, dig
You dig? This here, this big biz
And I scream, "f*ck it!" Whoever it is

[Chorus]
I am the rhyming oasis
I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it
I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing
I thank God that I am not basic
Oww! I-I am not basic
I-I-I, am-am not a human being!
[Verse 2]
Uhh, rockstar baby
Now come to my suite and get lockjaw baby
Rich n*gga looking at the cops all crazy
That's that mob sh*t, n*gga, Martin Scorsese
Heater close range, cause people are strange
But I bet that AK-47 keep you ordained
You can't see Weezy nor Wayne, I'm in the far lane
I'm running this sh*t, hundred yard gain
Uhh, swag on infinity
I'm killing 'em, see the white flag from the enemy
Shoot you in your head and leave your dash full of memories
Father forgive me for my brash delivery
I-I-I would try you, I wouldn't lie dude
I must be sticky cause them b*tches got their eyes glued
Young Money, baby, we the sh*t, like fly food
Y'all can't see us, like the bride's shoes
I stand tall like I'm motherf*cking 9'2"
I scream "Motherf*ck you and whoever designed you!"
And if you think you hot then obviously you were lied to
And we don't die, we multiply, and then we come divide you

[Chorus]
I am the rhyming oasis
I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it
I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing
I thank God that I am not basic
I am not basic
I-I am not basic
I thank God that I am not basic
I-I-I, am-am not a human being!
[Verse 3]
Re-re-re-re-reporting from another world
Magazine full of bullets, you can be my cover girl
Bless got the weed rolling thicker than a Southern girl
Strong-arm rap like a n*gga did a hundred curls
Rockstar biatch, check out how we rock
And if this ain't hip-hop, it must be knee-hop
I'm higher than a tree top, she lick my lollipop
I still get my candy from your girlfriend's sweet shop
Spitting that heat rock, I'm smooth, not Pete Rock
And my, and my money on et cetera, three dots
Still get a stomach ache every time I see cops
You better run motherf*cker, cause we not
You better run 'til your feet stop
You ain't even a f*cking alphabet in my teapot
Colder than a ski shop, holding on to the top
And even if I let go, I still won't d-rop

[Chorus]
I am the rhyming oasis
I got a cup of your time, I won't waste it
I got my foot on the line, I'm not racing
I thank God that I am not basic
I-I-I-I, I, I am not
I-I-I, am-am not a human being
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