First One

I been having a hard time sleeping, too focused on stayin' up
Thumbing through it slowly tryna avoid a paper cut
Visions of a money tree, my son gon' help me rake it up
Still got enough to give but gotta show em how to make a buck
Giannis Antetokounmpo, prolly cop a Hublot
Don't make me get it drawn like they caught me bout to uno
Zoned like it's two-three, mind been on two-four
Riding down a new street, sliding in a two-door
New keys to the coupe, hop in and pull some chicken out
I'm drake with the duffle bag I finally got a big amount
One chance to make it right for mine I get em scribbled out
Get his nose wiped if I find out what they sick about
Achoo, pray to god, I hope he bless me
I don't need a Grammy award, I want a ESPY
Want all my ex bitches to mourn the day they left me
When you see me holding my baby boy don't even text me
You ain't gotta see my face to know I mean it
You ain't gotta see my plate to know I'm eating
You ain't gotta hear my tapes to know I'm decent
Just know that you won't see my pape ever decreasing
Product of Detroit I'm a cheddar boy, baby
Start my movie off grown I can't let a boy play me
Thought I'd fall off, naw, shit instead I'm going crazy
Put two kings in the game they some checkerboard babies
Tell Dave if I die young treat his brother like he birthed em
Tell Amir he came last but I love em like my first one
Tell Dave if I die young treat his brother like he birthed em
Tell Amir he came last but I love em like my first one

You know that you remind me
Of a love that I once knew, and it's true
You know that you remind me
Of a love that I once knew, and it's true



Credits
Writer(s): David Hill-gray
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