[Drake Talking]:
Yeah
Right
Ahhhhhh
Aiight
I'm bout to do my thing
You ready?
Here I go!
October's very own
Drizzy
Taz You aint even got nothin to worry about man
Check
Yeah

[Verse 1]:
Are you listening?
Is anybody listening?
Walk into a room and you can smell the Clive 
Cristianson.
Alot of niggas is threatned by my positioning
Thrillin bars you think I'm writing with John Ghrisam 
pen.
I need Rose, nevermind the pricing
Know we brought cake to the party, no icing
No ice on, big Phantom no license
Fuck if you're feelin me as long as your wife is
No one in my city gotta pocket like Drizzy
I can rock fitted Jeans cause my credit card skinny
It's pitch black and covers all incidentials
And Miss Wrong sorry you ain't notice my potential
Fuck ya rappers and your self-proclaimed status
I can only see green now happy St.Patty's
I know you waitin on a last quote
Check the soundscan and you can see that I'm the last 
hope

[Verse 2]:
By the way I'm Jewish and turnin 22
Get's depressing when you see your favorite rappers 
goin through it
Tryna re-invent themselves, showin' no improvement
Gettin' crushed by this light skinned young'n on some 
new shit
40 just recorded and who dropped this here,
cos I'm tryna fuck Megan Fox this year
And if you got a style, it's to cop new gear
you are in my age bracket, you are not my peer
Fuck you really know about a ? couch 
Fred ? sheets, perfect touch to a clean house
Wide awake put a nigga livin' ya dreams out
lookin like a photoshoot everytime the team's out
And is the realest nigga still I
A woman could love me to death but I'd still die
so I'm about us now
Smith and Wesson flow,
You should tell them boys duck down