9AM in Dallas - Drake

These are my One St. Thomas flows

Me, my niggas and some Madonna hoes

That look just like virgins but trust they down to go

Discussing life and all our common goals

Smart kids that smoke weed, honor roll

Look how the champagne diamonds glow

Fine dining pour another glass when the wine is low

I’m in the crib stacking money from here to the ceiling

Whatever it is I got, it’s clearly appealing

These other rappers getting that inferior feeling

I hope you feel it in your soul, spiritual healing

Take a look at yourself, the mirror’s revealing

If you ain’t got it, you ain’t got it the theory is brilliant

People ask how music is going, I heard it pays

I just came off making two million in 30 days

Damn, «I guess it does» is what the message was

Sometimes I feel I be spending my money just because

With Weezy I’m just out here repping us

'til I get to shake the hand of the man that’s blessing us

Yeah, I know these niggas miss the mean lyrics

Kush got the room smelling like teen spirit

I ask kindly if no one out here would bring defeat up

Until I lose, for now I’m the game’s single leader

I fly private so no one tells me to bring my seat up

And book a suite where me and your favorite singer meet up

Who you like, tell me who it is

I’mma make sure that that woman is the next one on my list

I should call it a night, but fuck it I can’t resist

This one is for all the niggas from my city trying to diss

Without a response from me you really fail to exist

And I love to see you fail, that feeling there is the shit

I swear, pussy nigga get your bread up

Enjoy the seat that the stewardess just forced your ass to let up

Why your scary ass looking down, pick ya head up

No one told you your disguise was the most ridiculous get-up?

With nose-plugs in now, I can smell the set-up

So you just wasting your time, you only making me better, yeah

I try to tell them don’t judge me because you heard stuff

Chase N. Cash that’s my brother from the Surf Club

Damn, that nigga always kept it so hood

Back when we would smoke good at the Oakwoods

And have girls fall through like coins in the couch

Now we just fucking all the bitches they warned us about

Scared for the first time, everything just clicked

What if I don’t really do the numbers they predict?

Considering the fact that I’m the one that they just picked

To write a chapter in history, this shit has got me sick

But if I really do it don’t expect to get a split

Cause this truly is some shit I don’t expect for y’all to get

I’m nervous but I’mma kill it cause they 'bout to let the realest team in

Throwing up in the huddle nigga, Willie Beamen

But still throwing touchdown passes

In tortoise frame glasses, hopin' that someone catch it

People say that old Drake, we startin' to miss it

But they need to be a little more specific

Is this what y’all want?

In my best Chris Tucker impression

Ducking your questions, fuck your suggestions

Money gets all of my love and affection

Cars all black like the cover of Essence

I’m allergic to coming in second but I never sneeze

Y.M.O.E.

nigga, yeah

Uh, yeah, this what yall want

Octobers Very Own

Young Money

ATF

Thank me later in this bitch wasssup

Free Weezy in this bitch wasup

June 15th in this bitch wasup

Noel That’s it Ahhhhhh