Okay, I just got back from another label meeting And I ain't what they looking for, I ain't
What they looking for
I ain't really Atlanta, I ain't really Brooklyn or I Don't fit the bill for none of them shows
That they can book them for
A straight nigga trying to get in through a crooked Door, barely fitting in cause the
Gimmick what they talking for
Forgetting doubt, it caused me to reroute it to Another destination where the people
There bought it
You ever felt high above it all, run your fingers Through the clouds like the sky above
The wall
They treat me like I'm rich when I'm high above The wall
I think once about the clothes that I buy above the Mall
I'm famous so I get approached fast
Louis and Coach bags, all up in coach class
Gym like Topaz, cool like slow jazz
Dope like coke lines, a crack like broke glass
I promise this is me, me
I'm not supposed to do this
I'm supposed to be this nigga that's rapping about Getting money and you heard all of my
Songs so you know this shit is wrong
Do me a favor and keep it between me and you, You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you
Okay I'm floating in my zone without a scheduled Descent
The rising and the falling was never my intent
I want this shit forever imprinted in cement
And if I ever sin, I promise to repent
I'm only trying to win, I ain't trying to present
You gotta listen close like it's coming through the Vent
These rappers can't see me, I live behind a tent
Just to get a visual them niggas gotta squint
There I am, lone me in row 23 F
Real recognize real as the night of y'all F
Everybody in the gang can't one of y'all ref
And filled out the bullshit, the f*ck is y'all def
You're now tuned in to the newcomer of this Summer
The Chris Paul of this fall exists y'all
Yeah, and is the realest nigga still I
A bitch collided to death and you still die
I'm not supposed to do this
I'm supposed to be this nigga that's rapping about Getting money and you heard all of my
Songs so you know this shit is wrong
Please do me a favor and keep it between me and You
Yeah
Mirrors
What's going on y'all
I want to thank y'all for coming out tonight
I go by the name of Drake
I got my man Slag of the Beach out here
My man Azelle
You already know we about to rock tonight
So if you with me just clap your hands
I'm about to tell you a secret
It's a secret as long as you can keep it between me And you
Clap your hands y'all
Clap your hands y'all
Clap your hands y'all
Clap your hands y'all