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First Person Shooter (Explicit) - Drake/J. Cole
Lyrics by：A. Graham/J. Cole/A. Hernandez/M. Mule/I. De Boni/Coleman Name/M. Samuels/O. Yildirim/T.B. Chambers/J. Washington Jr
Composed by：A. Graham/J. Cole/A. Hernandez/M. Mule/I. De Boni/Coleman Name/M. Samuels/O. Yildirim/T.B. Chambers/J. Washington Jr
Produced by：Vinylz/Boi-1da/OZ/Tay Keith/Coleman/FNZ
Pew pew-pew
First person shooter mode we turnin' your song to a funeral
To them niggas that say they wan' off us
You better be talkin' 'bout workin' in cubicles
Yeah them boys had it locked but I knew the code
Lot of niggas debatin' my numeral
Not the three not the two I'm the U-N-O
Yeah
Numero U-N-O
Me and Drizzy this **** like the Super Bowl
Man this **** damn near big as the
Big as the what
Big as the Super Bowl
But the difference is
It's just two guys playin' **** that they did in the studio
Niggas usually send they verses back to me
And they be terrible just like a two-year old
I love a dinner with some fine women
When they start debatin' about who the G.O.A.T
I'm like "Go 'head say it then who the G.O.A.T.
"Who the G.O.A.T.
Who the G.O.A.T.
Who the G.O.A.T"
"Who you ******* really rootin' for"
Like a kid that act bad from January to November
Nigga it's just you and Cole
Ayy
Niggas so thirsty to put me in beef
Dissectin' my words and start lookin' too deep
I look at the tweets and start suckin' my teeth
I'm lettin' it rock 'cause I love the mystique
I still wanna get me a song with YB
Can't trust everything that you saw on IG
Just know if I diss you
I'd make sure you know that I hit you like I'm on your caller ID
I'm namin' the album The Fall Off
It's pretty ironic 'cause it ain't no fall off for me
Still in this ***** gettin' bigger
They waitin' on the kid to come drop like a father to be
Love when they argue the hardest MC
Is it K-Dot
Is it Aubrey
Or me
We the big three like we started a league
But right now I feel like Muhammed Ali
Huh yeah yeah huh-huh yeah Muhammed Ali
The one that they call when they **** ain't connectin' no more
Feel like I got a job in IT
Rhymin' with me is the biggest mistake
The Spider-Man meme is me lookin' at Drake
It's like we recruited your homies to beat demon deacons
We got 'em attending a wake
Hate how the gang gotta wait for the boss man
This **** like a prison escape
Everybody steppers well **** it
Then everybody breakfast and I'm 'bout to clear up my plate
Huh huh huh
When I show up it's motion picture blockbuster
The G.O.A.T. with the golden pin the top toucher
The spot rusher sprayed his whole **** up the crop duster
Not Russia but apply pressure
To your cranium Cole's automatic when aimin' 'em
With The Boy in the status a stadium
Nigga
Ayy I'm 'bout to I'm bout to
I'm 'bout to yeah
I'm 'bout to click out on this ****
I'm 'bout to click woah
I'm down to click down you h*es and make a crime scene
I click the trigger on the stick like a high beam
Man I was Bentley wheel whippin' when I was nineteen
She call my number leave her hangin' she got dry-cleaned
She got a Android her messages is lime green
I search one name and end up seein' twenty tings
Nadine Christine Justine Kathleen Charlene Pauline Claudine
Man I pack 'em in this phone like some sardines
And they send me naked pictures it's the small things
You niggas is still takin' pictures on a dog stream
My youngers richer than you rappers and they all stream
I really hate that you been sellin' them some false dreams
Man if your pub was up for sale I buy the whole thing
Will they ever give me flowers
Well of course not
They don't wanna have that talk 'cause it's a sore spot
They know The Boy the one they gotta boycott
I told Jim and Jammer I use a GRAMMY as a door stop
Girl gave me some head because I need it
And if I **** with you then after I might eat it wait
Niggas talkin' 'bout when this gon' be repeated
What the **** bro
I'm one away from Michael
Nigga beat it nigga beat it what
Beat it what
Don't even pay me back on none them favors I don't need it