Team Drake - Monday, July 6, 2009 - submitted in

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[VERSE 1]
Shake up the world..
That is what I am bout to do
And homie you ain’t even on my altitude
I’m telling you I got enough clout for two
And like a nigga turn blood I came out the blue
They like damn, whose Drake?
Where’s wheelchair Jimmy at?
On my Chris Brown shit, I’m still here ‘Gimmie Dat’
I’m cutting lights out like its bedtime
These other rappers lukewarm like red wine
The truth hurts so please don’t rub it in
I’m not signed yet so I’m still budgetting
I’m like Jeopardy I’m still buzzing in every city
That you got a nephew or cousin in
Uh
I miss cake these days
I can’t even afford a mistake these days
All of my favorite girl’s miss Drake these days
Please don’t take offense to my ways
Cause I need drug money, who got drug money?
I am talking white Phantom sitting on dub money
I am talking cold champagne at the club money
And no I ain’t emotional but baby I love money
To all these A&R’s thats playing stars, why you gotta act dumb?
Your girl know how I beat it like a flat drum
And spit dirty like I’m chewing on black gum
I fooled ya’ll
Ain’t shit for me to come back from…

[BRIDGE]
Oh!
YESSS.
I’d like to take this opportunity to formally welcome you
To this extravaganza that I call Comeback Season
Hope you enjoy your stay
Drinks are on me by the way
Haha
Yeah

[VERSE 2]
How the fuck Jay and Dame gon break up before they meet Drake?
I’m sure it can be resolved
I’m just hoping that they make up
I’m perfecting my ‘KRAFT’ using more sess
Trying to make some cheese off of single is a process
Get it?
Kraft. Single. Cheese. Process.
Sit back and admire the talent that I possess
Top notch no less
Oh yes, I’m known in the city but need to buss out like a model that show chest ( Haha )
Cause you deal with agents from check collections
I’m keeping it clean in a Little X direction
Cause baby girl if you don’t like me it’s probably due to the fact
That you R.Les like Next Selection
The city’s mine, I control this
You know this, cause you
Are nothing like it
And I’m so this, the coldest
I’m in Jamaica doctored the Bay
What up Odis?
I’m back with the form like Opus
I go, yeah.
And I’ma teach ya so you learn right
You can’t come on this ride, you need to earn height
With no hydro bill I let the lights burn out
And after that I take them back like returned flights
Yeah
You can’t miss the boy me and rich united like Van ?
Bar Mitzvah kid, get your hits destroyed
Cause I keep it under wraps like Christmas toys
No witnesses, no mistresses
This the president I’ma show you what gifted is mayne
Keep it real, no other youngins as hot as me
You a Gucci groupie my nigga and I’m a Prada G (Prodigy)
What I’m direct for cause I move they check for
I waited for a connects while you was playing Connect 4
You was playing Uno I was doing you know
Whatever us rappers do to develop a new flow
I promise