[Drake] Me and Sos, we from two different walks of life
Mutually we understand there´s a problem, we don´t talk to vice The watch is yellowy-green That´s sum awkward ice I never signed for a mill´ but been offered twice I´m awful nice, lyrics that I often write Inspire no-talent rappers to get off the mic And I could pick you up from work when you get off tonight Drop you at the house soon as you get off the pipe, man I flow so cool like autumn nights When I body this, tell me if the coffin´s light But don´t try and tell me that a dolphin´s white Mislead Drake, that is not at all polite It´s a shame cause that´s how the biz goes Imagine if these other niggas flop and his blows Bet I get a co-sign somethin´ like no time
They´ll be tryna sub a nigga in like Quizno´s
[Richie Sosa & Drake] All I need is some weight, my scale, some money for bail A lil´ booth at the club for the whole cartel Nigga my drink, my smoke, a bird on E And somethin´ heavy on my waist man, I´m easy to please I need my moms, my pa, a bottle of cliqua The whole ATF you know who we are My women, my money, and leave me the keys Of somethin fast and I´m good man I´m easy to please
[Richie Sosa] I never lived in a fancy house I grew up where the guns pop and the child molesters pulled the candy out
So I never really had a chance to escape Fast forward to ´07, ain´t nothin´ much changed The D still scope the crip And the mics ain´t really that much bigger than the roaches is And told the same damn sad story, different publishin´ D boys jugglin´, single mother strugglin´ The media try to cover it But the Cottonelle two-ply in your neighbor´s house, I´m on some other shit Me and Drake from two different walks of life But both understand the pressure from the sharks that bite My left arm´s like David Wells My right arm´s like Holliday, so I´m probably lookin´ at 8 to 12 For just tossin´ one of my close friends a bag of chips
Shit, I know they want me locked up
[Richie Sosa Drake] All I need is some weight, my scale, some money for bail A lil´ booth at the club for the whole cartel Nigga my drink, my smoke, a bird on E And somethin´ heavy on my waist man, I´m easy to please I need my moms, my pa, a bottle of cliqua The whole ATF you know who we are My women, my money, and leave me the keys Of somethin fast and I´m good man I´m easy to please