On The Come Up feat. Big Sean

歌詞

Verse 1 Drake Uh, low key Peter Parker flow Tell them bring some aces, spades, no sparkles though Private flights, no hassel, I just park and go I'm the highlight, like when markers glow Oooh, look what you created Only got yourself to blame I remember when you hated oooh Now you tell me take my time How bout I just take your city make that motherfucker mine Uh ha I'm a underground king hoe I sit tall, I swing low The game aint always fair and thats the thing though You can play your heart out everyone don't get a ring though You are in the presence of a champion Bout to get a condo that I can fit your mansion in You always be calling her, she ain't never answering You ain't figured out I am the reason that she canceling I be at the parties where you stuck outside and can't come in Call me Ron Bergundy yall the other anchormen Whats on the news trick Gossiping bout music Cause rumours I'm the new shit And guess what it's true bitch Chorus We made it We made it We made it They hate us They hate us They hate us They hate us Drake Chorus I feel like we made it But we aint made enough It's so amazing You would've thought we made it up Big Sean Chorus Man I was made to be greater Made for the grind Made for the lights Made for the shine Verse 2 Big Sean Ay look, less friends, more bread Less talk, more head Used to ride escorts now I get escorted I'm just waiting on my cue dog, no pledge Said she like all girls I turn that bitch to co-ed Threw her on my track team, handed my baton to her Passed her and blew her off, I chronic Veronica Who got up on my nerves so I had to platonic her No that aint my girl but every leader needs a Monica I'm the head of my estate, aint that ironic huh I want the baddest chick to treat my stick like a thermometer Oh, I'm who they going ape shit over I'm who your girlfriend acting like she aint shit over See broads over niggas Business over broads See business equals money, and money's over all I'm tryna move my momma from the ghetto's to the meadows Well she can't stay in that fucking hood forever, forever Was made for that Mick Jagger shit Baggage check and a chick Fast girls, faster whip, big chains, master shit Bitch I'm living everyday month yearly Yell until you motherfuckers hear me We Made It Chorus We made it We made it We made it They hate us They hate us They hate us They hate us Drake Chorus I feel like we made it But we aint made enough It's so amazing You would've thought we made it up Big Sean Chorus Man I was made to be greater Made for the grind Made for the lights Made for the shine