The Presentation-Drake

[Verse 1] Shake up the world, that is what I'm about to do And homie, you ain't even on my altitude I'm tellin you, I got enough cloud for two And like a n***a turned Blood, I came out the blue They like, "Damn who's Drake, where's wheelchair Jimmy at?" On my Chris Brown shit, I'm still here, gimme that I'm cutting lights out like it's bedtime These other rappers lukewarm like red wine The truth hurts so please don't rub it in I'm not signed yet, so I'm still budgeting I'm like Jeopardy, I'm still buzzin in Every city that you got a nephew or a cousin in I miss cake these days I can't even afford a mistake these days All of my favorite girls miss Drake these days Please don't take offense to my ways Cause I need drug money Who got drug money? I am talkin "white Phantom sittin' on dub" money I am talkin "cold champagne at the club" money And no I ain't emotional, but baby I love money To all these A&R's that's playin' stars Why you gotta act dumb? (dumb) Your girl know how I beat it like a flat drum And spit dirty like I'm chewing on black gum I fooled y'all, ain't s**t for me to come back from [Interlude] Oh! Yes! I'd like to take this opportunity To formally welcome you to this extravaganza That I call Comeback Season Hope you enjoy your stay Drinks are on me, by the way, yeah [Verse 2: Drake] How the f**k Jay and Dame gon' break up 'fore they meet Drake? I'm sure it can be resolved, I'm just hopin that they make up I'm perfecting my craft using more cess Tryna make some cheese off a single is a process Get it? Kraft, single, cheese, process Sit back and admire the talent that I possess Top notch, no less, oh yes, I'm known in the city But need to bust out like a model that show chest Cause you deal with agents from check collections I'm keepin' it cleaner than Little X direction And baby girl, if you don't like me, it's prolly due to the fact That you are les like NextSelection The city is mine, I control this, you know this Cause you are nothing like it and I'm so this, the coldest I'm in Jamaica, docked at the bay, what up Otis? I'm back with the form like Obus, I go, yeah And I'mma teach it so you learn right You can't come on this ride, you need to earn height With no hydro bill, I let the lights burn out And after that I take 'em back like returned flights, yeah You can't miss the boy Me and Rich united like van Nistelrooy Bar Mitzvah kid, get your hits destroyed Cause I keep it under wraps like Christmas toys No witnesses, no mistresses This the present and I'm a show you what gifted is, mayne Keep it real, no other youngin's as hot as me You a Gucci groupie, my nigga, and I'm a prodigy What I'm direct for, cause I'm who they check for I waited for connects while you was playin' Connect Four You was playin' Uno, I was doing you know Whatever us rappers do to develop a new flow, I promise [Outro] Shout out to 40-40 Yeah my right hand!