Artist: Drake Album: Young Sweet Jones Song: Greatness Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Drake] Uhh... I am a distraction Comin for my spot and I don't signal as I back in If cash is beautiful then money is attraction Now I should be a muh'fuckin centerfold in Maxim Open to my page and admire my desire Huh, frequent flyer I aspire to retire My voice stands alone even if I'm with a choir Got a +Cannon+ on my hip and nigga this is not Mariah Naw, this the record killer for hire I sleep and eat with a weapon, the beat is all I require Look what I created despite the niggaz that hated Every single bar gettin first forty-eighted In a state of euphoria, feelin so sedated Then me and bitch the same, we feelin so related Forest Hill estated, all Dennis Caded{?} I put a thousand on it I could probably fuck the waitress So, wait just take this One line at a time, make sure it makes sense White cup, orange pop, Tennessee state shit Drop a fo' in it and appreciate the greatness Nigga, ha ha... Yeah... I wrote this verse sittin in my new car Sometimes where you headed is too far, it's more about where you are And I am, everywhere that you wish you could be Somebody somewhere just really understood me Yeah, I dream big, no false hope My other niggaz move ki's, no off-notes But understand rich is how we're all endin up I'm at the label in the elevator, send him UP!