First Person Shooter (Explicit)

First Person Shooter (Explicit) - Drake/J. Cole

Lyrics by：A. Graham/J. Cole/A. Hernandez/M. Mule/I. De Boni/Coleman Name/M. Samuels/O. Yildirim/T.B. Chambers/J. Washington Jr/S. Tidemand

Composed by：A. Graham/J. Cole/A. Hernandez/M. Mule/I. De Boni/Coleman Name/M. Samuels/O. Yildirim/T.B. Chambers/J. Washington Jr/S. Tidemand

Produced by：Vinylz/Boi-1da/OZ/Tay Keith/Coleman/FNZ

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First-person shooter mode we turnin' your song to a funeral

To them niggas that say they wan' off us

You better be talkin' 'bout workin' in cubicles

Yeah them boys had it locked but I knew the code

Lot of niggas debatin' my numeral

Not the three not the two I'm the U-N-O

Yeah

Numero U-N-O

Me and Drizzy this **** like the Super Bowl

Man this **** damn near big as the

Big as the what

Ah

Big as the what

Mm

Big as the what

Ayy

Big as the Super Bowl

But the difference is it's just two guys playin' ****

That they did in the studio

Niggas usually send they verses back to me and they be terrible

Just like a two-year-old

I love a dinner with some fine women

When they start debatin' about who the G.O.A.T.

I'm like go on 'head say it then

Who the G.O.A.T.

Who the G.O.A.T.

Who the G.O.A.T.

Who the G.O.A.T.

Who you ******* really rootin' for

Like a kid that act bad from January to November

Nigga it's just you and Cole

Big as the what

Ah

Big as the what

Mm

Big as the what

Ayy

Big as the Super Bowl

Niggas so thirsty to put me in beef

Dissectin' my words and start lookin' too deep

I look at the tweets and start suckin' my teeth

I'm lettin' it rock 'cause I love the mystique

I still wanna get me a song with YB

Can't trust everything that you saw on IG

Just know if I diss you

I'd make sure you know that I hit you like I'm on your caller ID

I'm namin' the album The Fall Off

It's pretty ironic 'cause it ain't no fall off for me

Still in this ***** gettin' bigger

They waitin' on the kid to come drop like a father to be

Love when they argue the hardest MC

Is it K-Dot

Is it Aubrey

Or me

We the big three like we started a league

But right now I feel like Muhammad Ali

Huh yeah yeah huh-huh yeah Muhammad Ali

The one that they call when they **** ain't connectin' no more

Feel like I got a job in IT

Rhymin' with me is the biggest mistake

The Spider-Man meme is me lookin' at Drake

It's like we recruited your homies to be demon deacons

We got 'em attending your wake

Hate how the game got away from the bars

Man this **** like a prison escape

Everybody steppers well **** it

Then everybody breakfast and I'm 'bout to clear up my plate

Huh huh huh

When I show up it's motion picture blockbuster

The G.O.A.T. with the golden pen the top toucher

The spot rusher sprayed his whole **** up the crop duster

Not Russia but apply pressure

To your cranium Cole's automatic when aimin' 'em

With The Boy in the status a stadium

Nigga

Ayy I'm 'bout to I'm bout to

I'm 'bout to yeah

Yeah

I'm 'bout to click out on this ****

I'm 'bout to click woah

I'm 'bout to click out on this ****

I'm 'bout to click woah

I'm down to click out you h*es and make a crime scene

I click the trigger on the stick like a high beam

Man I was Bentley wheel whippin' when I was nineteen

She call my number leave her hangin' she got dry-cleaned

She got a Android her messages is lime green

I search one name and end up seein' twenty tings

Nadine Christine Justine Kathleen Charlene Pauline Claudine

Man I pack 'em in this phone like some sardines

And they send me naked pictures it's the small things

You niggas still takin' pictures on a Gulfstream

My youngins richer than you rappers and they all stream

I really hate that you been sellin' them some false dreams

Man if your pub was up for sale I buy the whole thing

Will they ever give me flowers

Well of course not

They don't wanna have that talk 'cause it's a sore spot

They know The Boy the one they gotta boycott

I told Jimmy Jam I use a GRAMMY as a door stop

Girl gave me some head because I need it

And if I **** with you then after I might eat it what

Niggas talkin' 'bout when this gon' be repeated

What the **** bro

I'm one away from Michael

Nigga beat it nigga beat it what

Beat it what

Beat it what

Beat it what

Beat it what

Beat it what

Beat it what

Beat it what

Beat it what

Beat it what

Beat it what

Beat it ayy beat it what

Don't even pay me back on none them favors I don't need it