First Person Shooter - Drake

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
Yeah
Me and Drizzy this **** like the Super Bowl
Man this **** damn near big as the
Big as the what
Ah
Big as the what
Mm
Big as the what
Ayy
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
I love a dinner with some fine women
When they start debatin' about who the G.O.A.T.
I'm like go on '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
Big as the what
Ah
Big as the what
Mm
Big as the what
Ayy
Big as the Super Bowl
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 Aubrey
Or me
We the big three like we started a league
But right now I feel like Muhammad 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
It's like we recruited your homies to be demon deacons
We got 'em attending your wake
Hate how the game got away from the bars
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 pen 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
Yeah
I'm 'bout to click out on this ****
I'm 'bout to click woah
I'm 'bout to click out on this ****
I'm 'bout to click woah
I'm down to click out 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 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 still takin' pictures on a Gulfstream
My youngins 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 Jimmy Jam 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 what
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
Beat it what
Beat it what
Beat it what
Beat it what
Beat it what
Beat it what
Beat it what
Beat it what
Beat it what
Beat it ayy beat it what
Don't even pay me back on none them favors I don't need it