[bad word]  [bad word] feelmyvibe

[Verse 1: Drake]
Uh, hardly home but always reppin'
You hardly on and always second
When I'm awake, you always restin'
And when they call you the answer, you are hardly questioned
I'm doin' classic [bad word] in all my sessions
Other niggas' situations, they are all depressin'
That's why I never follow y'all suggestions
I just always did my own thing
Now [bad word] the game, you stupid motha-suckas
I see all this money through my Ohio State Buckeyes
 [bad word] been goin' good, but good can turn to better
Cause you the type to lose her, and I'm about to get her

[Hook: Drake]
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
It's okay, it's okay, you [bad word] and tell your friends
That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
I'm on, I'm on, best believe I understand
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
It's okay, it's okay, you [bad word] and tell my city
I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
I'm [bad word] on, you [bad word] and tell my city it's on

[Verse 2: Drake]
Yeah, wrong way down a one-way
Women don't get saved 'round me, even on a Sunday
 [bad word]  where I get it from? These niggas always wonder who
Then they meet my pop and tell him, "Drake is just a younger you"
And shawty wanna party, so don't let yo' girl up out the house
Or there'll be shots on TMZ of me givin' her mouth-to-mouth
Now she's famous and the paparazzi starts to shoot her
I drive two black cars, I named 'em Malcolm X and Martin Luther
I don't ever play, but I'm in the game lady
They just lose to love, those are tennis games, lady
Have you countin' money, goin' duffle bag crazy
Sippin' on Pink Floyd and puffin Wayne Brady
 [bad word]  Whose Line is it Anyway?
I'm in the daze, you been amazed
Y'all seem to be stuck on that beginner stage
I'm on fire, yup, I've been a blaze
I got dough to blow, but I wanna blow it right, you look nice
And yo' frame makes me wanna bowl a strike, well alright
Guess I might, know what? [bad word] it, yes I will
I am more than what you bargained for and nothin' less than real
Put it to ya life

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Bun B]
Bun B, king of the trill, also one of the dopest
Whether the streets or on the mic, I'm dope and yes I'm focused
The gangsta recognize me for my loc-ness, no joke, it's
Time to shake these haters off like the skin of a locust
Or maybe like a python, that's the type of [bad word] I'm on
I wrote this on my iPhone, so let me drop this iBomb
I palm the game like it's a Spalding ball and take flight
From the free-throw line and slam it down like I'm the great Mike
Bun and Wayne and Drake in here, mayne, this gon' be a great night
Look at all these posers bite our swagger like a great white
Try to cross me over I just fake left, then I break right
Stupid animal tricks like David Letterman's Late Night
This that major moment you've been waitin' on for too long
The best that ever did it and doin' it on a new song
UGK and Young Money, too strong
Bound to be in the green like a crouton, so what the [bad word] is you on?

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
I am the leather jacket, black glasses, All-American bad boy
I own the swagga supermarket and you, you just a bag boy
Cause I got that swag boy, the swag you never had boy
Hate and I will leave your chest the color of my flag, boy
Soowoo [bad word]  I do this [bad word]  I'll erase you like I drew you [bad word] 
And I keep that toaster, you [bad word] and be my [bad word]  [bad word] 
I'm so uptown
And [bad word] if you ain't, don't go uptown, yeah
And now I'm on that rock [bad word] 
But why they let me in? I'mma start shootin in a moshpit
Haha, [bad word] is you talkin' 'bout?
Weezy in ya mouth, now, Weezy what you talkin' 'bout
Young Mula, baby

[Hook]