[Produced By Rich Kidd]

[Part I]

[Verse]

Shake up the world, that is what I'm about to do

And homie, you ain't even on my altitude

I'm tellin' you, I got enough clout for two

And like a nigga turned Blood, I came out the blue

They like "Damn who's Drake, where's wheelchair Jimmy at?"

On my Chris Brown shit, I'm still here, gimme that

I'm cutting lights out like it's bedtime

These other rappers lukewarm like red wine

The truth hurts so please don't rub it in

I'm not signed yet, so I'm still budgetin'

I'm like Jeopardy, I'm still buzzin' in

Every city that you got a nephew or a cousin in

I miss cake these days

I can't even afford a mistake these days

All of my favorite girls miss Drake these days

Please don't take offence to my ways

'Cause I need drug money Who got drug money?

I am talkin' "white Phantom sittin' on dub" money

I am talkin' "cold champagne at the club" money

And no I ain't emotional, but baby I love money

To all these A&R's that's playin' stars

Why you gotta act dumb? (Dumb)

Your girl know how I beat it like a flat drum

And spit dirty like I'm chewing on black gum

I fooled y'all, ain't shit for me to come back from

[Part II]

[Intro]

Oh! Yes!

I'd like to take this opportunity

To formally welcome you to this extravaganza

That I call Comeback Season

Hope you enjoy your stay

Drinks are on me, by the way, yeah

[Verse]

How the fuck Jay and Dame gon' break up 'fore they meet Drake?

I'm sure it can be resolved, I'm just hopin that they make up

I'm perfecting my craft using more cess

Tryna make some cheese off a single is a process

Get it? Kraft, single, cheese, process

Sit back and admire the talent that I possess

Top notch, no less, oh yes, I'm known in the city

But need to bust out like a model that show chest

'Cause you deal with agents from check collections

I'm keepin' it cleaner than Little X direction

And baby girl, if you don't like me, it's prolly due to the fact

That you are les like NextSelection

The city is mine, I control this, you know this

'Cause you are nothing like it and I'm so this, the coldest

I'm in Jamaica, docked at the bay, what up Otis?

I'm back with the form like Obus, I go, yeah

And I'ma teach it so you learn right

You can't come on this ride, you need to earn height

With no hydro bill, I let the lights burn out

And after that I take 'em back like returned flights, yeah

You can't miss the boy

Me and Rich united like van Nistelrooy

Bar Mitzvah kid, get your hits destroyed

'Cause I keep it under wraps like Christmas toys

No witnesses, no mistresses

This the present and I'm a show you what gifted is, mayne

Keep it real, no other youngin's as hot as me

You a Gucci groupie, my nigga, and I'm a prodigy

What I'm direct for, 'cause I'm who they check for

I waited for connects while you was playin' Connect Four

You was playin' Uno, I was doing you know

Whatever us rappers do to develop a new flow, I promise

[Outro]

Shout out to 40-40

Yeah, my right hand!