Good Night Good Luck by Drake
[DRAKE:]
I guess this is goodbye, Goodnight and Goodluck
I'm sitting outside man I'm right in the truck
Bags packed, pack of black and milds lighting 'em up
I'm looking down on these niggas while inviting 'em up
I'd like to know the reasoning behind subliminals,
like who told them to mention me?
I am elavated homie, you are elementary
Tellin' 'em you sellin' dope and never sold a century
Saying you get denied off your entry exam
You get flow and you done fo'
Converse in one verse,
about you fraud niggas that shoot never and run first
And ask Juicy if I Stay Fly
On the cellphone, and got a ten on the other end like an eight by
Six two and they tell me you ye' high
They can't but they try, still get offended if I don't say hi
Me it's kinda gay if I'm saying hi to like eight guys
So I just walk past and keep it cool till the hate dies
I do nothing that would offend these cats
But I wish I had a spot where I could send these cats
Like here, sit on this island man and pen these raps
Bust them shots, pretend you trap, do whatever man
Long as you never find your way home I'm cool wit it
I left you a shovel there, you know what to do wit it
I never bust a gun, I'm Mister C-T-V
At least, I'm not Mister Dick Riding C-T-E
Rappers believe me, I'm cuttin' records with Jody Breezy
And that nigga would even admit that you flowin' cheesy
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