[Intro: Drake]
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Yeah, yeah
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[Hook: Drake]
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Dropped outta school now we dumb rich, dumb rich
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This sound like some forty-three-oh-one shit, one shit
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All my niggas wanna do is pop style, pop style
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Turn my birthday into a lifestyle, lifestyle
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[Verse 1: Drake]
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Tell my mom I love her if I do not make it, do not make it
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Got so many chains they call me Chaining Tatum
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They do, they do
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And I like to finish what you think you started
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Man you boys just got to Hollywood, you boys just started
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You don't know what you just started
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All I do is hang with the young and heartless
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All this is for my family, man, I try my hardest
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It's all I ever did and look where it got him
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Yeah, you've been on my mind lately
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You've still got my number, girl you need to call me
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I feel like they wanna see me learn the hard way
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But you know I always handle that one my way
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Girl let me rock, rock, rock, rock, rock your body
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Justin Timberlake and then I hit the highway
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I can't trust no f*ckin' body
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They still out to get me cause they never got me
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[Verse 2: Kanye West & Jay-Z (as The Throne)]
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They still out to get me, they don't get it
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I can not be got, and that's a given
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They like Pablo, "why are all the windows tinted on your Tahoe?"
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Why do you know every single bitch that I know?
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Why can't you just shut your mouth and take the high road?
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F*ck if I know, that's that Chicago, aye
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South, south, side, that's the motto, aye
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Cop a crib and spend ten million on remodel
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Take the devils out my life and preach the gospel, cause I know
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We went way, way past the line of scrimmage, aye
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Throne is back up in it, aye
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In the field like Emmitt, aye, y'all get so offended, aye
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I be blacking out, I ain't backing out
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Jay about his business, and I'mma let you finish but I...
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I just, I just, I just, I just wanna rock your body
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Take you to the garage and do some karate
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Chop it, chop it, chop it, chop it sipping sake
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Throw a thick bitch on a Kawasaki
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(Perfect)
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[Hook: Drake]
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Dropped outta school now we dumb rich, dumb rich
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This sound like some forty-three-oh-one shit, one shit
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All my niggas wanna do is pop style, pop style
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Turn my birthday into a lifestyle, lifestyle
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