Transcript (en)

Listen up, it's about to be smoke Ain't nothing but some shit I wrote About a rich ass nigga that's deep in the game They call me Drizzy Drake and I'm keeping a name I sport Nike shoes, I got a mic to use To talk bad about you pussies, I don't like you fools Got an Oakland show tonight, baby My young boy's from the yacht going crazy I'm on a bridge with a tank unleaded I pull up early to that bitch, that bitch was yanking already I said, Yang, in the city and I really got rank You see the backpack to the front, you getting spanked I really blow M's for the front of it New aisle, blue diamonds on the front of it Shout my lil cousin, missin' havin' none of it Tryna campaign, yeah, drizzy bag, runnin' shit Raw, raw, livin' large, yeah And I put that on seat to Zanin Boulevard When I lost Big Nadia, I took it hard Need to call up a start for some Chromeheart You my new girl, girl, you gotta look the part Ayy, it's Mr. Maker, pipe down, there you go Yeah, it's Mr. Popstar, that's the way it go Now I'm too hard for the fuckin' radio you