[Drake:]
Yeah
Dedication 6, of course
Shout out Guru for sending me the beat, too
Young Angel, Young Lion

More Life, no dying
Yeah
Alright, I got it
Yeah

Super Bowl goals
I´m at the crib with Puff, he got Kaepernick on the phone
He in a whole different mode
Angel hair at 2AM for Bey and Hov
Just to show them how I treat the city like my humble abode
Aye, tell me if TD bank is approving loans
I´m thinking about paying Wayne what Universal owes
My nigga spend a lifetime going platinum and gold
He should own half of the label, shit outta control

Somebody get Larry Jackson on the phone
I need some ownership if we pressing go
´Cause business is booming on behalf of me
I need a bite outta the Apple like Adam and Eve
We gon´ have to break the billi´ curse
I need my paper long like "A Milli" verse
Or too long like a sentence from a Philly judge
Fuck is the point in all the beefing when we really blood
Nobody wins when the family feuds, nigga
Everybody gotta eat, we can´t exclude niggas
I make the crib, expanding pools, and expanding rooms
Adding Hammam Spas with tanning booths, nigga
That´s truth, no boost, nigga
But this isn´t all about calling truce
I´m still dishing out verbal abuse
That shit could get re-introduced if somebody got something they urging to prove, nigga

Inspiring to the youth
New Years Eve, looking like a royal flush
Wait, we all in the same suit
I´m hall of fame in the booth, nigga
My karma making the news, nigga
This pudding taste like the proof, nigga
If I ever see Trump, he better salute niggas
Much as we do nigga
For real

[Lil Wayne:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Six shit

I could care less about your squad
I don´t connect when I´m flying
I´m on a jet and it´s mine
I just hope the weather is fine

I took the jet to Dubai
I took the jet to Milan
I took the jet way to Africa
Shout out my nigga Akon
Your bitch sweating my squad
Please, get the sweat out her eye
I put the dick in her spine
I fucked the bitch in her prime
Don´t get my credit declined
Give all the credit to moms
I flipped the bird at the bird
Hey, what´s for dinner?
Popeyes
These chickens got bird flu
And they chirp, chirp too
Always sung, never flew
These boys hot, girls too
If money grow on trees, I climb and rest in that bitch

Build a treehouse and knocked the bird nest out that bitch
Stuck my neck out and shit
Then got the heck out that shit
And when I did, I took the special effect out of that shit
Tunechi F ´round this bitch
The best thing left ´round this bitch
All you niggas some bitches, I feel like Hef ´round this bitch
You call her Stephanie
I call her Steph ´round this bitch
Now back to whipping the baby
On some step mama shit
I come direct with my shit
I come correct with my shit
A blank check on your face
Put some respect on my shit

Branches starting to shake
Here comes the leaves, get the rake
I want my piece of the cake
And she´ll be sweeter than cake
Here come the leaves, get the rake
And we ain´t leaving the rake
We made the cleaners escape
Although I bleeped in your face
You playing with the right one today
Your flag is a white one today
You wearing them tight ones today
Check me a right one today
You playing with fire today
The Angel and Lion are greats
On my god, lightning striking twice in this place
Should we make a wish or should we make it right in this place?
All these mother fucking beef, I need some rice on this plate

Talked to your wifey today, she feeling triflin´ she say
Talked to the sniper, he say
He aiming at diapers today
Pick you off like picking peppers, Peter Piper today
So tell your squad I say "BLAOW" like Spice1 would say
It´s Mortal Kombat tonight, it´s Street Fighter today
I´m Major Bison, Drizzy lit like Raiden light up the place
You see blue face hundreds ´til you white in the face
Oh my god, it feel like I done life in this place
But swear to god, I got money doing life in my safe
Put on the gloves like MJ, go from OG to OJ

I make you pay attention then rip your receipt in your face
This for Cita and Nae
This for my people and BAE
I got three sons of a gun
Them niggas keep me on safe
Hold up
I am the black god to the church
I am the fat boy to dessert
I am the landlord to the first
Got two bangers, one of them go "badda boom"
One of them go "badda bing"
I taught these hoes how to love
I taught these boys how to lean
I´m hiding the sky in her twinkle
The eyes don´t lie until you blink them
Keep the iron for the wrinkles
The mansion came with the sprinklers

I want Arabian wealth
You snakes come make me a belt
Yeah, you know life is a movie, you niggas playing yourself
Damn, that´s some six shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I want Arabian wealth
You snakes come make me a belt
It´s every man for themselves
It´s every baby for sale
And you know life is a movie, you niggas rating yourself
I just hope it’s a porn to watch you pussies play with yourselves
That´s some six shit