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Drake - 8AM In Charlotte

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[Intro] In God's hands (Conductor) Be grateful That He was there Glory (Yeah) I'm out here on the road You can hear it in the voice (Glory) Ah-em, still get this shit off, though Look [Verse 1] The money speakin' for itself, I call it fortune-tell Fire top from a bitch that work at corporate sales Chinchilla ushanka, we skiin' out in Courchevel Breakin' news, they tried to kill him, but the boy prevails I leave for tour and my niggas fuckin' go to jail Preachin' to the dogs 'bout wantin' more for themselves It's weighin' heavy on my moral scale Knowin' they gon' sell another citizen 'cane, they think they Orson Welles Walk in Chanel, they like, "How the fuck you need more Chanel?" I got these cats tuckin' tails on fourth-quarter sales I'm used to seein' tears drop over enormous meals The restaurant clears out, faint echoes of Lauryn Hill I say, "We gotta talk about us," I feel like Jordan Peele Could tell I'm gettin' under your skin like a orange peel 'Cause your words don't match your actions like a foreign film And now it's silence in the Lamb' like the horror film Things get quiet after me statin' the obvious Things get kinky after fifteen years of dominance That October sky is lookin' ominous The money is autonomous Shout' to Oliver North, he out in Rome doin' Toronto shit And Jeremiah the watchdog, you niggas know what time it is I'm in and out of Houston Hobby so much, I'm a hobbyist Hoes waitin' on Cench in the lobby, that boy a lobbyist Savage got a green card straight out of the consulate Where I go, you go, brother, we Yugoslavian Formal is the dress code, dawg, so many checks owed I feel Czechoslovakian, nigga, what the fuck? You might also like Another Late Night Drake IDGAF Drake Slime You Out Drake [Interlude] Nah, I'm movin' different right now, for real, like I feel like if Mike switched out the glove for the pen, like This shit just too enticing right now, you know? Look [Verse 2] Diamonds do the silly dance, I raise up the wine glass Metal detectors beepin' and security bypass The numbers goin' up, someone pull up the line graph The days are goin' by, it's like I'm livin' in time-lapse Been talkin' to Adel like he majored in finance Shania Twain, notepad, I'm makin' it line-dance You tryna rob me, and it's gon' feel like you sittin' at your favorite restaurant 'cause, nigga, that's where you dyin' at Mob ties, I swear we like a bitch with fine sisters and fine cousins, the family all bad I'm preachin' to the dawgs about cleanin' they images I swear I'm like a young T.D. Jakes to my menaces Long-kiss goodnight, PDA for my nemesis Three hunnid acres, PGA on the premises That's what's really brackin' like this verse in parentheses I'm givin' hits to niggas on some, don't even mention it [Interlude] Like, don't even worry about it, like You can hit me back whenever, or Or don't, you know? It is what it is, I guess Yeah, hm Look [Verse 3] You young boys take some of that money and set it aside Not havin' enough to pay your tax is a federal crime You niggas obsessed with me, and it's not on no-hetero vibe Handle beef so quiet, you think that I'm lettin' it slide Next thing you know, we tip-toein' past enemy lines Diss me so long ago, we making your memories fly Conspiracy theories start floatin' 'round like the Kennedy guy I'll prolly hold a grudge against you guys 'til I'm seventy-five Ayy, niggas lyin' for a livin', I couldn't relate We all gotta lay in the bed we make, but that couldn't be Drake You forced a lot of fake love when real ones stood in your face That's why you got deserted by your niggas like puddin' and cake I got you on camera bowin' down, but the footage is safe Thank God, another USB to put in the safe Thank God, at the crib, dippin' my foot in the lake I swear that y'all turned me into the villain, I couldn't escape Not sayin' I'm the best at what I do I'm just sayin' that it's me versus whoever wanna lose Pick any one of the Who's Whos, I got .22s for new crews R.I.P. to the DJ from Houston, we loose screws Helicopters, cop lights, and news crews Niggas steady cryin' to my daddy, well, boo-hoo You prolly heard a lot about the boy, well, true, true, haha [Outro] (In God's hands) Yeah (Be grateful) (That He was there)

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