Artist: Drake Album: 5AM in Toronto (s) Song: 5AM in Toronto Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Drake] Yeah... This on some old Tommy Campos Dice Raw shit, y'know... For my niggaz, though.. Uh, you underestimated greatly Most number ones ever, how long did it really take me? The part I love most is they need me more than they hate me So they never take shots, I got er'rybody on safety I could load every gun with bullets that fire backwards ..You prol'ly wouldn't lose a single rapper Niggaz make threats, can't hear 'em over the laughter Yeah, that's cause I'm headed to the bank, nigga! Sinatra lifestyle, I'm just bein +Frank+ witcha I mean, where ya think she at when she ain't witcha? Whylin, doin shit that's way out of your budget Owl sweaters inside her luggage, you gotta love it Damn, this shit could go on a tape Bitches lovin my drive, I never give it a break/brake Give these niggaz the look, the verse, and even the hook That's why every song sound like Drake featuring Drake Straight, +Y Pree+? Why is it always me? Got us watchin our words like it's wire taps on the team Cause I show love, never get the same outta niggaz Guess it's funny how money could make change outta niggaz F'real, some nobody started feelin himself A couple somebodies started killin themself A couple albums dropped, those are still on the shelf I bet them shits woulda popped if I was willin to help I got, a gold trophy from the committee for validation Bad press during the summer over allegations I ain't lyin my nigga, my time is money That's why I ain't got time for a nigga whose time is comin A lot of niggaz PR stuntin like that's the movement And I'm the only nigga still known for the music I swear, FUCK them niggaz this year, I made Forbes list, nigga FUCK your list, everything's lookin' gorgeous Without me, rap is just a bunch of orphans But if I stayed in this shit, it's a bunch of corpses And me and my dread nigga from New Orleans Stashin money like hoarders off multi-platinum recordings Eat it like I'm seated at Swish, Sotto, and Joso's +Nothing Was The Same+, this shit for Ezee and Coco This shit for Kareem, this shit for Jevon This shit for Julius, Milly Mill, boy we do this shit for real All them boys in my will, all them boys is my Wills Anything happen to pop and I got you like Uncle Phil Weezy been on that edge, you niggaz just need to chill If anything happen to Papi, might pop a nigga for real Comin live from the Screwface, livin out a suitcase But I'm feelin good, Johnny got me pushin two plates My weight up, I refuse to wait up, I started a new race It's funny when you think a nigga blew up after Lupe! Niggaz treat me like I've been here for ten Some niggaz been here for a couple, never been here again I'm on my King James shit, I'm tryin to win here again A young nigga tryin to win here again, man what's up? Ay... Yeah A young nigga tryin to win here again If I like her, I just fly her to the city I'm in I got her drinkin witcha boy, I got her fucked up, shawty Awwwwwwww yeah