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(Saukrates intro) |
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They say we killin' 'em all, all, all, all |
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(Drake verse 1) |
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Hip hop's newest and youngest acquisition, |
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If this was you, I wonder what you'd do in that position. |
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Try to make a profit or try to make a difference, |
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Try to make 'em play your *****t or try to make 'em listen. |
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I go from records with Dwele and L.B. and Elzhi, |
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The meetings where they tell me to start making records and that They'll buy, |
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Now I'm out in A-Town, |
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They tellin' me Trey sound, |
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It's too mainstream if I plan on me stickin' around. |
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But the allure of this year's Scream Tour has been cuttin' all them Jawns that be hurtin' the game. |
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I be dreamin' 'bout hoes and doin' them live shows, |
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*****rtless, that's why I started to personal train. |
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Dog, personally mane, |
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I'm a person that came to bring purpose to a seem unless they Purpose is game. |
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It never feel like it's earned when you purchase the fame, |
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Now my thoughts gettin' deeper and I'm searchin' the game, |
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I keep on, on, on, on, on |
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(Drake [Saukrates] chorus) |
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[Yeah] I'm killin' 'em all, all, all, all |
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[Yeah] I'm killin' 'em all, all |
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I'm killin' 'em all, all |
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(Saukrates verse 2) |
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Yeah. |
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Let me show you how to blast up, |
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Now tell me who is a masta. |
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A mind never wasted, |
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Who grows fasta? |
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The young and incredible while lightin' yo' ass up, |
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You look a lil' red, we gettin' that cash up. |
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See where we from, |
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The 50's are bloody and the 100 dollar bill is dirty brown they love Me. |
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I mess up my livin' room, and studio with my money, |
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A G-note is purple, grape juice stains on the front piece of, |
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My lapel, is custom made, |
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You off the rack *****t, |
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I'm off the chain, come on. |
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The dogs are loose, |
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And yeah we get our dumb on like San Frisco Bay, |
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With 40 and Mac Dre. |
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Eat it or forever lose a piece of your meal to me or one of my folk, |
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Drake'll give you the deal. |
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If bein' broke at 30 is a ***** that kills, |
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I guess we somethin' like two ice bergs huntin' to kill. |
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Keep on, keep on (Uh), keep on (Uh), keep on (Uh) |
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(Drake [Saukrates] chorus) |
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[Yeah] I'm killin' 'em all, all, all, all |
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[Yeah] I 'm killin' 'em all, all |
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I'm killin' 'em all, all |
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(Drake verse 3) |
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Look, uh |
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I used to get 'em like murda murda, |
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Ol' time killin'. |
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I wasn't even rappin', spent my whole time chillin', |
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And now the girls like, |
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It's only Drake got chased and so the artists I respected try and Take my place, |
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But pimpin' ain't easy man and neither is rappin', |
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They one in the same when you need it to happen. |
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My city full of players they just needed a captain, |
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In need of him right now in need of him back then. |
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But back then I was actin', |
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Nowadays I serve backhands with backspin. |
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Tryin' to prove rappers are intelligent black men, |
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Whoever chose to back out is back in, |
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They say there's two sides to every story and three when the truth Get told, |
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So grab a spoon 'fore your soup get cold. |
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When you drive it off the lot is when your coupe get old. |
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So please discover an answer 'fore proof gets sold. |
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And keep on, on, on, on, on |
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(Drake [Saukrates] chorus) |
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[Yeah] I'm killin' 'em all, all, all, all |
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I'm killin' 'em all, all |
