4pm in Calabasas

Yeah All you self promoters are janky We established like the Yankees This whole fucking game thank us We movin' militant but somehow you the one tankin' No limit to where I could take it And you know me as a Cris bottle sender Check picker-upper I thought we looked out for one another Saw us all as brothers in the struggle Too blessed to be humble I guess it's different in the city I come from All the sudden I got people showing how much they truly resent me They whole demeanor just spells envy They tryna tempt me The higher I get, the less they accept me Even had the OG's tryna press me Ha-ha-ha-ha No way out cause I'm already in it I'm not attending when I do a show and get a ticket Good business can clean millions, I got the vision I been had it since No Scrubs and No Pigeons Even back when I wasn't as poppin' When they told me take an R&B nigga on the road And I told 'em no and drew for Kendrick and Rocky I tried to make the right choices with the world watching "Mike never tried to rap like Pac Pac never tried to sing like Mike" Those my dad's words to me when I asked him how to make it in life And I always said my mother gave the greatest advice, yeah Look at me now, they look at me like the golden child Can't nobody hold me down, especially not right now Certain shit is just too wild to reconcile Take that, take that no love in they heart so they fake that DiCaprio level the way they play that, damn nigga, what is that? Y'all don't hear no songs then hit my phone like you did that And you even hit my line like, "Where you been at?" It's always on some shit like, "When can I get a favor?" Or, W"here my bitch at?" Like I'm about to tell you where she been at Costa Careyes, I got her kidnapped She ain't sorry and I ain't sorry, it's too late for sorry Green, White and Red on my body cause I'm dipped in Ferrari All she wanna do is get high and listen to PARTY She complain, I tell the driver to drop her at Barneys My summer diet is just Rosé and calamari Look now you got me started I'm the black sheep, rest in peace to Chris Farley I got a lot to lose 'cause in every situation I'm the bigger artist, always gotta play it smarter Y'all shook up, I'm here on the cookup Cameras pointing every time I look up That's why I gotta duck behind Chubb shoulder just to hit the Kush up Sponsorship dollars is sky high He be like, "Drake, will you please stop smoking la la?" Chubbs, why try, I'm a thug, I'ma die high Got the Rose pink tinted lenses, it's a Wednesday Architects takin' dimensions, they redoin' the entrance Yeah, redoin' the entrance Kinda like when you niggas drop on some again and again shit And you still never quite get it Meantime Drizzy over there, tryna make you Make you dance to this, yeah I make you dance to this I rode big body, widebody, Calabasas road winder Sunshinin', waxed tires See Kris Jenner, I beep twice and I wave The rest of you boys I blow Keysh right in your face Pistol by my bed, I'm sleep but I'm awake For that one night when niggas try to reach inside my safe Don't push me 'cause I'm way too uneasy nowadays These guys move so greasy nowadays I tell you my life and y'all don't believe me when I say it Save my stories for down the line, I'm too ahead of the curve every time Just total the hits and see what you find You SWV 'cause you weak and I'm always, always on your mind Yeah And we can't stop Make you dance to this, uh I'ma make you One Dance to this A-ha-ha-ha-ha Bod breed bod bwoi Uh-huh, yeah That's right, yuh