Feat. lil' wayne
Verse 1:(drake)
Uh
 
Black hearts on cardigan
 
At the crib tellin' ya girl that we should order in
 
And tell g to put his feet up on the ottoman
 
We just up against a bunch of rappers i go harder than
 
Damn, i'm so catch-trina smarter than a lot of these niggas
 
Swear the coach just brought the starter in
 
Yeah, and i'm the type to tell ya daughter things
 
I float high, don't try and cut my water wings
 
I'm still myself, suicide bars i kill myself
 
Charge it to the game, i'll bill myself
 
And i don't feel y'all, but i feel myself
 
Antidote, tell 'em i deserve a mazeltov
 
I'm rappin' like a shepherd with the muzzle off
 
I'm next to blow, pause
 
And i can hear the critics talking over the applause
 
Yeah, i tried to tell 'em, future let 'em know
 
Send the haters all my love x and o
 
I got a black box where suggestions go
 
But i don't really give a fuck
 
It's prolly best you know
 
My reality is brighter than ya dreams are
 
I gotcha dream girl, ridin' in ya dream car
 
Yah, and the visual is stunnin'
 
I hope they document what i'm becomin'
 
Congratulations
Verse 2:(drake)
So, what you want an award or somethin'?
 
I'm at the private airport boardin' somethin'
 
I see nothin' from afar, but i'm far from nothin'
 
Put on your poker face
 
I'll pull ya card if ya bluffin'
 
But i ain't with the hard talk
 
I got a monopoly, catch me on my boardwalk
 
Like i said we pull ya card and find out you're a hallmark
 
Just know i'm breakin' world records, no false start
 
I don't see your point unless it's gunpoint or somethin'
 
My deal like weezy first week 1 point somethin'
 
And my verses gettin' stupider
 
Wayne if you're on mars can you pick me up from jupiter?
 
Phone blowin' up, so i'm cuttin' off my cellular
 
I'm a superstar, note it on to my nebula
 
I will break a leg, break an arm and a fibula
 
When i break it down
 
When i, when i break it down
 
I hug and kiss the drum kick
 
I put the beat in my back pocket and just sit
 
But, you could never be my ass, pause
 
Again, damnit ya'll? again?
 
Y'all, pretend that we are some men that get it on and in
 
I'll die before i lose, cause i was born to win
 
If he don't fuck with y'all, then don't bother him
 
And yes, i fuck this game, but i won't father them
 
Right, uh
Verse 3:(drake)
It's like
 
These days man, i'm booked and i'm busy
 
Dad named me drake, footz named me drizzy
 
They tried to tell me i'd never be nuthin' but a protégé
 
But if you watched the vma's there's nuthin' more to say
 
I got the key to happiness, and all the copies
 
Remember this day like ya bought a poppy
 
And damn how i get so nice?
 
I just spent it all once, bout to get rich twice
 
Surprise party bitch, now it's on and poppin'
 
I always choose dough like it's my only option
 
'cause money always knows best
 
Chain snatch flow, they say get it off your chest
 
And i'm what all the fuss about,
 
And if they talking, i bet i'm what they discussion bout
 
Hit me at the office, same extension
 
Consider me the reason y'all should pay attention
Outro: (lil' wayne)
"it's crack"
 
A yo drizzy, you shoulda said that on the hook
 
You shoulda been like:
 
"congratulations, it's crack"
 
Yeah
 
It's crack (ha ha)
 
Congratulations
 
Ladies and gentlemen
compositores: Aubrey Graham, Chris Martin, Guy Berryman, Jonathan Buckland, Noah Shebib, Orville Jermaine McWhinney, William Champion
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