Revision: Lemon Pepper Freestyle — Drake
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[Intro: Drake]Yeah
I'm home now, it's over now, so...
[Verse 1: Drake]
Yeah
Certified lover boy, somehow still heartless
Heart is only gettin' colder, word to Mr. Palmer
I'm baggin' up my exes, seein' 'em gettin' colder
All my deep thoughts, burnin' bridges, takin' pictures, messages to all my bros
I'm tryna stay centered, always wind up gettin' roped
By more niggas claimin' that they realer than they are
It's a pandemic, keepin' girls in my phonebook, yeah
Yeah, droppin' off Flavors at the Bay
We gon' talk when I got flavors on the way
Every single down bad, got a story to tell
Everybody want me to do well
Haters wanna see me go to jail
Every time I'm out, why she stressin' me and whilin'?
I'm gettin' into more debates about who's the mighty
Modellin' my dynamics, the only thing I'm loyal to
The only people that I'm servin' are the ones I went to war with
[Chorus: Drake]
Lemon pepper freestyle
Havin' dreams of gettin' richer, yeah
And livin' out in Malibu, yeah
Mansion parties in the hills, yeah
Girl, I might just drop a pill, yeah
Got nothin' to lose, yeah
(This is how it feel, this is how it feel)
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Valentino summers and wave runners
Chains on my niggas like slave runners
Drug dealers anonymous
How many Madonnas can that Ma$e summer really own?
Ayo, check game, tennis chains, Chiatto lenses
Iced out, no clues, what you bitch about?
Fuck a pandemic, I'm losin' focus but I'm lockin' in
Birkin bags, I'm curious
Patek Philippe, my hobby's makin' money
Twenty-four K, I get money in my sleep
VVS, they can't see me, that shit blurry (Huh)
Double M, that's for a murder (Let's go)
Murder was the case and you niggas is talkin' crazy
Seen this movie a hundred times, I know where it's gon' take me
These niggas with me with it, they never got to play G.I. Joe
Let's keep this shit a hunnid, you niggas ain't even livin' so
[Chorus: Drake]
Lemon pepper freestyle
Havin' dreams of gettin' richer, yeah
And livin' out in Malibu, yeah
Mansion parties in the hills, yeah
Girl, I might just drop a pill, yeah
Got nothin' to lose, yeah
(This is how it feel, this is how it feel)
Additions (In green):
[Intro: Drake]Yeah
I'm home now, it's over now, so...
[Verse 1: Drake]
Yeah
Certified lover boy, somehow still heartless
Heart is only gettin' colder, word to Mr. Palmer
I'm baggin' up my exes, seein' 'em gettin' colder
All my deep thoughts, burnin' bridges, takin' pictures, messages to all my bros
I'm tryna stay centered, always wind up gettin' roped
By more niggas claimin' that they realer than they are
It's a pandemic, keepin' girls in my phonebook, yeah
Yeah, droppin' off Flavors at the Bay
We gon' talk when I got flavors on the way
Every single down bad, got a story to tell
Everybody want me to do well
Haters wanna see me go to jail
Every time I'm out, why she stressin' me and whilin'?
I'm gettin' into more debates about who's the mighty
Modellin' my dynamics, the only thing I'm loyal to
The only people that I'm servin' are the ones I went to war with
[Chorus: Drake]
Lemon pepper freestyle
Havin' dreams of gettin' richer, yeah
And livin' out in Malibu, yeah
Mansion parties in the hills, yeah
Girl, I might just drop a pill, yeah
Got nothin' to lose, yeah
(This is how it feel, this is how it feel)
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Valentino summers and wave runners
Chains on my niggas like slave runners
Drug dealers anonymous
How many Madonnas can that Ma$e summer really own?
Ayo, check game, tennis chains, Chiatto lenses
Iced out, no clues, what you bitch about?
Fuck a pandemic, I'm losin' focus but I'm lockin' in
Birkin bags, I'm curious
Patek Philippe, my hobby's makin' money
Twenty-four K, I get money in my sleep
VVS, they can't see me, that shit blurry (Huh)
Double M, that's for a murder (Let's go)
Murder was the case and you niggas is talkin' crazy
Seen this movie a hundred times, I know where it's gon' take me
These niggas with me with it, they never got to play G.I. Joe
Let's keep this shit a hunnid, you niggas ain't even livin' so
[Chorus: Drake]
Lemon pepper freestyle
Havin' dreams of gettin' richer, yeah
And livin' out in Malibu, yeah
Mansion parties in the hills, yeah
Girl, I might just drop a pill, yeah
Got nothin' to lose, yeah
(This is how it feel, this is how it feel)
