Drake Era

It's real, it's real

(Coughing and mumbling)

Yeah, uh

You see me & you see terror (oh yeah)

I got stripes like a flag bearer

Peggy, Peggy, I'm the new young Mayweather

I'm just trying to take hip-hop out the Drake era

Fuck a mob

Fuck a squad

Fuck your mans and them

You singing ass **** don't know how to be men

I hit your baby mama

Gave that bitch a new tan

I talk that greasy shit

And hit them with a new dance

Oh my god (oh)

Peggy, Peggy

You're so good

Fuck whoever said you up you up to no good

Cause I'm the man in the street

The man with the beats

And the man holding heat

I drop bombs like I drop science (whoo)

Drop a body off like a dropped client

Drop 6

Drop Top

Drop FaceTime

I give a fuck about peace

I spit hate crimes

Who the fuck you know could kill 'em with these cold lines?

Young Peglord on the mic

Bitch, it's go time

I piss white boys off in my spare time

Tugging at your heart I'm the black Ben Carson

So try me if you really wanna

No seriously (yeah)

Try me if you really wanna

Who the fuck told you Peggy wasn't getting paid?

I square up with a square **** and catch a fade

Swisher sweet (swisher sweet)

Ain't nobody can fuck with me

Kill the beat (kill the beat)

Backpackers they loving me

Oh my god (god)

OH GOD (oh god)

Huh, huh

Swisher sweet (swisher sweet)

Ain't nobody can fuck with me

Kill the beat (kill the beat)

Backpackers they loving me

Oh my god (god)

OH GOD (oh god)

Uh, fuck you coon ass **** that don't like rap

But you rap

How fucking dumb is that?

Bitch ass **** be too committed to the act

I know you wanna jock

Imma take you off the atlas

With your Indie ass

And you Metacritic rappers don't get no pass

You got these white girls singing

These white girls singing

But **** never feel you so you play it like you different

I'm a fucking grave digger

I don't see these boys

You step in my sandbox

You gon' see these toys

You suburban ass **** need to stay in your place

No snaps, no tweets

This is straight to your face

Fuck 'em

I bring death to any **** that try to rattle me

You casualties actually factually you ain't as bad as me

**** say they charged up

Imma drain your fucking battery

Split your ass in two and you still will never be half of me, Buster!

Fuck your mob

Fuck your squad

Fuck your mans and them

You indie **** just wanna be black men

I've been real all my life

You're like MC Ride

Two crackers call your album "****" and you let that slide, pussy

Get the fuck out of my genre, my genre

Get the fuck out of my genre, my genre

Rich kids trying to go urban no shaman

But this a new era

I took hip-hop hostage, fucker

Life is like a box of chocolate

Life is like a box of chocolate girls

(Mumbling)

Life is like a box of chocolate girls

I don't want you in my world

But these people

Fucking other **** bitches

Let the bass hit 'em

Fuck it, imma split 'em

Kill a **** for the ribbons

Yeah, uh

I don't get mad

I get rich

I don't get sad

I get tips

I'm not a waitress

I'm not a waiter

I don't

Confer

I just

Counter, counter, counter

Counter attack

Bitch I know you, know you, know you

Know you wanna react

But you can't, but you can't, but you can't

You can't

You gon' dance, you gon' dance, you gon' dance

You dance

I hear your Hotline Blinging

Got a whole generation of pussy **** singing

**** don't even know what they want no more

No