[Jackie Long]

And I'ma leave on one more note

One more motherfuckin' note

It's like this, look at him

[Intro: Drake]

I ain't been here in a minute

Cut the lights off

I feel fantastic right now, baby

[Verse 1: Drake]

I said I used to keep the porch lights on

And now I keep the Porsche's lights on

Just to let them know their foresight's wrong

Where this rapper goin' with that obscure ice on?

He a lame, I'm just tryna get my mature life on

OD, OD, everybody know me

Even fans that resemble them kids in the O.C.

Oh me, oh my, them girls love me like Seth Cohen

So get a grip, get a glass, pour the X.O. in

I dare one of these niggas to say I'm not insane

Pick a road, 'cause where you drivin' is not a lane

And rest in peace to Pimp C, life is not a game

Takin' over the world, no Pinky, just a lotta brain

He 'bout to send them, the shit that I'm on

You prob'ly could have predicted I'm on

My sense of judgment's officially gone

Up into the air all the smoke from the Swisher is blown

I'm grown, I'm grown

I'm livin' in this elevated zone alone

I'm up so high I'm never comin' down

And you say you got them hoes, but they never comin' round

I got Penthouse walls, I stay high above your ass

And I can see it all, my balcony is glass

And wifey's over (bitches), but money's over (her)

'Cause money's under (nothin'), my life is such a (blur)

That's not the way it has to go, that's just what I prefer

And do not disagree with me, it's best you just concur

I'm a legend with a legacy that can't help but survive

Even when I fuckin' die they gonna bury me alive

[Hook: Drake]

And I'm so prestigious

I brought my niggas from the hood to the beaches

I'm livin' good, grippin' wood with all the features

Jesus, my money straight, no creases, p-p-peep this

We got bottles over here

Kush is in the air, we good (OD, OD)

Bitches over there, we good (OD, OD)

Money on the floor, we good

OD, OD, everybody know me

[Verse 2: Travis McCoy]

Oh no, Travie high on life again

Feel like I swallowed a whole bottle of Vicodin

So high I wanna cry like tiny violins

In my best mode, Depeche Mode, enjoy the silence

Stop the violence – how, when every line

Is like the motherfuckin' Watts riots pourin' out of my pen?

Aight then, be easy, I'ma get back

Gentleman with a superlative use of syntax

And I done gave up the narcotics

But I can't leave the crib without some xanax in my wallet

Hello, my name is Travie, and I'm a life-aholic

Told 'em all these beats is like the Wallace to my Gromit

The Alfred to my Bruce Wayne, stripes on my candy cane

One without the other, Soul 4 Real without the Candy Rain

Super trooper like a gun-totin' handyman

Ask me how I'm livin', bet I tell ya fine and dandy, man

Check his vital signs, they peakin' off the meter, man

I'ma live forever in Neverland with Peter Pan

Fuck pullin' the nine out, I'll pull a Amy Winehouse

Sippin' Purple Rain with Mary Jane girls in my house

Isaiah, I'ma see ya when I get there

Until then hold me down like gravity, it's Travie (Uno, easy)

[Hook: Drake]

And I'm so prestigious

I brought my niggas from the hood to the beaches

I'm livin' good, grippin' wood with all the features

Jesus, my money straight, no creases, p-p-peep this

We got bottles over here

Kush is in the air, we good (OD, OD)

Bitches over there, we good (OD, OD)

Money on the floor, we good

OD, OD, everybody know me

[Verse 3: Mickey Factz]

Ha! I’m 'bout to overdose on life, somebody please pass the needle

So if I comatose tonight, you won't have to ask the people

If the things that I seen through my Prada frames got me paid

Watch me, mane, I'm a cocky slave with this rocky chain

I got I got my veins cluttered with this drug

And this name of it is Fame and it's all up in my blood

Tryna suppress the too fresh feeling I got, ooh yes

I'm in it for the hugest duplex

Livin' like I'm Hugh Hef, every other night I need a brunette

For group sex, leave 'em with a bruised neck, then I yell

"Who's next?", stand 'em in a line

This is New Factz City, take this crack between your thighs

(Yeah, Mickey, what you mean?) I'm promethazine, fuck the Queen

Sniff the white horse of success, and then let him lean

(Let 'em see) Tryna match my high on life

(Then let 'em dream) Gotta catch the spot on my flight

First-class, known of the aroma of the smoker life

Got me like a stoner, a zoner, but nah, it's never over

(Mickey, what you mean?) I stick my tongue out

Sippin' Remy conceited, I'm teasin' every bum out

Hung out with celebrities from every drug house

So when you remember me, say that I was strung out

(Mickey, what you mean?) I'm a addict for the green cash

I'ma OD, so fluck goin' to rehab

[Hook: Drake]

And I'm so prestigious

I brought my niggas from the hood to the beaches

I'm livin' good, grippin' wood with all the features

Jesus, my money straight, no creases, p-p-peep this

We got bottles over here

Kush is in the air, we good (OD, OD)

Bitches over there, we good (OD, OD)

Money on the floor, we good

OD, OD, everybody know me