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9 AM in Dallas Lyrics
These are my one St. Thomas flows
me, my niggas and some madonna hoes
that look just like virgins but trust they down to go
discussin’ life and all our common goals
smart kids that smoke weed, honor roll
look how the champagne diamonds glow
fine dining, pour another another glass when the wine is low
I'm in the crib stackin’ money from here to the ceilin’
whatever it is I got is clearly appealin’
These other rappers gettin’ that inferior feelin'
I hope you feel it in your soul, spiritual healin’
take a look at yourself the mirror’s revealin’
if you ain’t got it you ain’t got it, the theory is brilliant
People ask how music is goin’, I heard it pays
I just came off makin’ two million in 30 days
damn, I guess it does just what the message was
sometimes I feel I be spendin’ my money just because
but Weezy I'm just out here reppin’ us
'til I get to shake the hand of the man that’s blessin’ us
yeah, I know these niggas miss the mean lyrics
Kush got the room smellin’ like teen spirit
I asked kindly if no one out here would bring their feet up
until I lose for now I’m the game’s single leader
I fly private so no one tells me to bring my seat up
and book a suite when me and your favorite singer meet up
who you like, tell me who it is
Imma make sure that that woman is the next one on my list
I should call it a night but fuck it I can’t resist
this one is for all the niggas from my city tryin' to diss
without a response from me you really fail to exist
and I love to see you fail that feelin’ there is the shit
I swear, aghh, pussy nigga get your bread up
enjoy the seat that the steward has just forced your ass to let up
why your scary ass lookin’ down? pick your head up
no one told you your disguise is the most ridiculous gettup
with nose plugs in now I can smell a set up
so you just wastin' your time you only makin' me better yeah
I try to tell 'em don’t judge me because you heard stuff
chasin’ cash that’s my brother from the surf club
damn, that nigga always kept it so hood
back when we would smoke good at the oakwoods
and have girls fall through like coins in the couch
now we just fuckin' all the bitches they warned us about
scared for the first time everything has clicked
what if I don't really do the numbers they predict
considerin' the fact that I'm the one that they just picked
to write a chapter in history this shit has got me sick
but if I really do it don't expect to get a split
cause this truly is some shit I don’t expect for y'all to get
I'm nervous but Imma kill it cause they bout to let the realist team in
throwin' up in the huddle nigga Willie Beamen
but still throwin' touchdown passes
*and tore his frame glasses hopin' that some would patch it
people say that oh Drake we started to miss it
but they need to be a little more specific man is this what y'all want?
give my best Chris Tucker impression
ducking your questions, fuck your suggestions
money gets all of my love and affection
cars all black like the cover of Essence
I’m allergic to comin' in second
but I never sneeze Y-M-O-E nigga yeah
uh, yeah, this what y'all want?
Octobers Very Own
Young Money
ATF
Thank Me Later in this bitch wassuup
Free Weezy in this bitch wassup
June 15th in this bitch wassup
me, my niggas and some madonna hoes
that look just like virgins but trust they down to go
discussin’ life and all our common goals
smart kids that smoke weed, honor roll
look how the champagne diamonds glow
fine dining, pour another another glass when the wine is low
I'm in the crib stackin’ money from here to the ceilin’
whatever it is I got is clearly appealin’
These other rappers gettin’ that inferior feelin'
I hope you feel it in your soul, spiritual healin’
take a look at yourself the mirror’s revealin’
if you ain’t got it you ain’t got it, the theory is brilliant
People ask how music is goin’, I heard it pays
I just came off makin’ two million in 30 days
damn, I guess it does just what the message was
sometimes I feel I be spendin’ my money just because
but Weezy I'm just out here reppin’ us
'til I get to shake the hand of the man that’s blessin’ us
yeah, I know these niggas miss the mean lyrics
Kush got the room smellin’ like teen spirit
I asked kindly if no one out here would bring their feet up
until I lose for now I’m the game’s single leader
I fly private so no one tells me to bring my seat up
and book a suite when me and your favorite singer meet up
who you like, tell me who it is
Imma make sure that that woman is the next one on my list
I should call it a night but fuck it I can’t resist
this one is for all the niggas from my city tryin' to diss
without a response from me you really fail to exist
and I love to see you fail that feelin’ there is the shit
I swear, aghh, pussy nigga get your bread up
enjoy the seat that the steward has just forced your ass to let up
why your scary ass lookin’ down? pick your head up
no one told you your disguise is the most ridiculous gettup
with nose plugs in now I can smell a set up
so you just wastin' your time you only makin' me better yeah
I try to tell 'em don’t judge me because you heard stuff
chasin’ cash that’s my brother from the surf club
damn, that nigga always kept it so hood
back when we would smoke good at the oakwoods
and have girls fall through like coins in the couch
now we just fuckin' all the bitches they warned us about
scared for the first time everything has clicked
what if I don't really do the numbers they predict
considerin' the fact that I'm the one that they just picked
to write a chapter in history this shit has got me sick
but if I really do it don't expect to get a split
cause this truly is some shit I don’t expect for y'all to get
I'm nervous but Imma kill it cause they bout to let the realist team in
throwin' up in the huddle nigga Willie Beamen
but still throwin' touchdown passes
*and tore his frame glasses hopin' that some would patch it
people say that oh Drake we started to miss it
but they need to be a little more specific man is this what y'all want?
give my best Chris Tucker impression
ducking your questions, fuck your suggestions
money gets all of my love and affection
cars all black like the cover of Essence
I’m allergic to comin' in second
but I never sneeze Y-M-O-E nigga yeah
uh, yeah, this what y'all want?
Octobers Very Own
Young Money
ATF
Thank Me Later in this bitch wassuup
Free Weezy in this bitch wassup
June 15th in this bitch wassup
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this is why i think drake is the best rapper ever. he is real. yall can say eminem is more real than drake, but to me, "real" is not killing 4 people in one album. this song to me is just a overveiw of his success, and that hes saying hes not sure if he can do as good as things as critics are expecting him to do.
I think this song was pretty much contructed like most of Drake's other songs. To me it sounds like he's jus sitting back with an overview of his success and the fame he's accumulated over the past few years. Then he goes on to say "Scared for the first time everything has clicked, wat if i dont relly do the numbers they predict? Considering im the one they jus pickd to write a chapter in history this shit has got me sick" Which i think translate to now tht all eyes are on him nd he's considered to be extremely good at wat he does they want more and better stuff from him and he's not sure if he can live up to those standards. Basically this is just Drake talkin about how he's made it and all tht.
mma make sure that that woman is the next one on my list I should call it a night but fuck it I can�t resist this one is for all the niggas from my city tryin' to diss without a response from me you really fail to exist and I love to see you fail that feelin� there is the shit I swear, aghh, pussy nigga get your bread up
thats my favorite verse he killed people do not give drake enough credit for the rhymes he is spitting i love this song.