• Title:First Person Shooter (Explicit)
  • Artist:Drake;J. Cole
  • Album:For All The Dogs (Explicit)
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  • Languages:en
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    First Person Shooter (Explicit) - Drake/J. Cole
    Lyrics by:A. Graham/J. Cole/A. Hernandez/M. Mule/I. De Boni/Coleman Name/M. Samuels/O. Yildirim/T.B. Chambers/J. Washington Jr
    Composed by:A. Graham/J. Cole/A. Hernandez/M. Mule/I. De Boni/Coleman Name/M. Samuels/O. Yildirim/T.B. Chambers/J. Washington Jr
    Produced by:Vinylz/Boi-1da/OZ/Tay Keith/Coleman/FNZ
    Pew pew-pew
    First person shooter mode we turnin' your song to a funeral
    To them niggas that say they wan' off us
    You better be talkin' 'bout workin' in cubicles
    Yeah them boys had it locked but I knew the code
    Lot of niggas debatin' my numeral
    Not the three not the two I'm the U-N-O
    Yeah
    Numero U-N-O
    Me and Drizzy this **** like the Super Bowl
    Man this **** damn near big as the
    Big as the what
    Big as the Super Bowl
    But the difference is
    It's just two guys playin' **** that they did in the studio
    Niggas usually send they verses back to me
    And they be terrible just like a two-year old
    I love a dinner with some fine women
    When they start debatin' about who the G.O.A.T
    I'm like "Go 'head say it then who the G.O.A.T.
    "Who the G.O.A.T.
    Who the G.O.A.T.
    Who the G.O.A.T"
    "Who you ******* really rootin' for"
    Like a kid that act bad from January to November
    Nigga it's just you and Cole
    Ayy
    Niggas so thirsty to put me in beef
    Dissectin' my words and start lookin' too deep
    I look at the tweets and start suckin' my teeth
    I'm lettin' it rock 'cause I love the mystique
    I still wanna get me a song with YB
    Can't trust everything that you saw on IG
    Just know if I diss you
    I'd make sure you know that I hit you like I'm on your caller ID
    I'm namin' the album The Fall Off
    It's pretty ironic 'cause it ain't no fall off for me
    Still in this ***** gettin' bigger
    They waitin' on the kid to come drop like a father to be
    Love when they argue the hardest MC
    Is it K-Dot
    Is it Aubrey
    Or me
    We the big three like we started a league
    But right now I feel like Muhammed Ali
    Huh yeah yeah huh-huh yeah Muhammed Ali
    The one that they call when they **** ain't connectin' no more
    Feel like I got a job in IT
    Rhymin' with me is the biggest mistake
    The Spider-Man meme is me lookin' at Drake
    It's like we recruited your homies to beat demon deacons
    We got 'em attending a wake
    Hate how the gang gotta wait for the boss man
    This **** like a prison escape
    Everybody steppers well **** it
    Then everybody breakfast and I'm 'bout to clear up my plate
    Huh huh huh
    When I show up it's motion picture blockbuster
    The G.O.A.T. with the golden pin the top toucher
    The spot rusher sprayed his whole **** up the crop duster
    Not Russia but apply pressure
    To your cranium Cole's automatic when aimin' 'em
    With The Boy in the status a stadium
    Nigga
    Ayy I'm 'bout to I'm bout to
    I'm 'bout to yeah
    I'm 'bout to click out on this ****
    I'm 'bout to click woah
    I'm down to click down you h*es and make a crime scene
    I click the trigger on the stick like a high beam
    Man I was Bentley wheel whippin' when I was nineteen
    She call my number leave her hangin' she got dry-cleaned
    She got a Android her messages is lime green
    I search one name and end up seein' twenty tings
    Nadine Christine Justine Kathleen Charlene Pauline Claudine
    Man I pack 'em in this phone like some sardines
    And they send me naked pictures it's the small things
    You niggas is still takin' pictures on a dog stream
    My youngers richer than you rappers and they all stream
    I really hate that you been sellin' them some false dreams
    Man if your pub was up for sale I buy the whole thing
    Will they ever give me flowers
    Well of course not
    They don't wanna have that talk 'cause it's a sore spot
    They know The Boy the one they gotta boycott
    I told Jim and Jammer I use a GRAMMY as a door stop
    Girl gave me some head because I need it
    And if I **** with you then after I might eat it wait
    Niggas talkin' 'bout when this gon' be repeated
    What the **** bro
    I'm one away from Michael
    Nigga beat it nigga beat it what
    Beat it what
    Don't even pay me back on none them favors I don't need it