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Drake - Light Up (Rikers Remix) (feat. Jay-Z & Lil Wayne) (2010)

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Drake - Light Up (Rikers Remix) (feat. Jay-Z & Lil Wayne) lyrics


(Drake)

I been up for four days gettin’ money both ways
Dirty and clean, I could use a glass of cold Spades
Rolexes, chauffeurs, and low fades,
I keep thinking, how young can you die from old age?
They always tell me nobody’s workin’ as hard as you
And even though I laugh it off, man, it’s probably true
‘Cause while my closest friends out there partying
I’m just here making all of the music that they party to
But party on, party on, all night nigga
I got these new rappers nervous, prom night nigga
I’ve grown tired of these fuckin’ grown man liars
Storytellers, they ain’t even need a campfire
Uh, but I just want to tell the truth
Before one of the haters load up a couple shells and shoot
The shit feel like when Fredro Starr was in Sunset Park
Stuntin’ hard in his yellow Goose
Yeah, but I’m a ma’fuckin’ missed target
But a target nonetheless and I just started
Was that directed at moi? It can’t be
They must be talking to themselves, hoes hands free
Yeah, and I’m just filling up this daily planner
Gettin’ busy ’cause I’m a star, no spangled banner
Jealous dudes get to talkin’ in they music
And I just say I wrote it for your girlfriends, Kelsey Grammer
Yeah, that’s what life becomes when you’re doing you
Welcome to Hollywood, don’t let this town ruin you
And if you pillow talkin’ with the women that are screwin’ you
Just know that she gon’ tell another nigga when she through wit you
Don’t get impatient when it takes too long
And drink it all even when it tastes too strong
Yeah, I gotta feel alive, even if it kills me
I promise to always give you me, the real me

Who would have thought
I’d be caught in this life?
Let’s celebrate with a toast
And get lost in tonight
And make it all light up
(Hey, Guru, tell hom’ to go to open that Ace right there),
Wait until the sun goes down
We gon’ make this bitch light up
Even when the sun goes down
I’m gon’ make this go

(Jay-Z)

Owww, hoes turn they heads like, owls
I’m the man of the hour
Triple entendre, don’t even ask me how
Con Edison flow, I’m connected to a higher power
Bright life’d make your whole city light up
A trillion-watt light bulb, when I’m in the nightclub
I just landed in that in that G450
Caught the Mayweather fight, ’cause the satellite was crispy
(Uh) Y’all can miss me with that money talk
The smart money’s on Hov, fuck what the dummies talk
I don’t do too much blogging
I just run the town, I don’t do too much jogging
(Unh) I ain’t got a scar yet
‘Cause you fuckin’ around with me and my dogs is far-fetched
Drake, here is how they gon’ come at you
With silly raps for you tryin’ to distract you
In disguise, in the form of a favor
The Barzini meeting, watch for the traitors
(Unh) I done seen it all, done it all
That’s why none of these dumb-dumb could dun him off
The summer’s ours, the winter too
Top down in the winter, that’s what winners do
And to these niggas I’m like Windows 7
You let ‘em tell it, they swear that they invented you
And since no good deed go unpunished
I’m not as cool with niggas as I once was
I once was, cool as the Fonz was
But these bright lights turned me to a monster
Sorry, mama, I promised it wouldn’t change me
But I would’ve went insane had I remained the same me
Fuck niggas, bitches too
All I got is this money, this’ll do

Who would have thought
I’d be caught in this life?
Let’s celebrate with a toast
And get lost in tonight
And make it all light up
Wait until the sun goes down
We gon’ make this bitch light up
Wait until the sun goes down
I’m gon’ make this go

(Lil Wayne)

Hate is temporary, love is necessary
I went from eating chickens to eating commissary
Damn, I am the sickest, I need therapy
You can buy the answers, but you can’t afford to question me
First off, I don’t need you second-guessing me
Jail is like third base, you comin’ home eventually
Still got shooters, like hot tubs
Man, I’m anemic, still got Bloods
I’m in my cell, reading fan mail
Wish I was in Amsterdam, sippin’ Amstel
Thinking ’bout all of that pussy I can’t smell
Man, they did me wrong, I feel like Nelson Mandel, uh
I shine too hard, and my lamp fell
But my name still ringin’, Alexander Graham Bell
I know you meant damn, ’cause you know damn well
That I still got you open, open like a clamshell
Yeah, still fly, on my hawk shit
My conversations stink, ’cause I talk shit
Stay in your lane, you on that double-park shit
We eatin’ at the top, get a spoon and a forklift
I got rap wrapped up like a gift
And I’d be sober if this was a fifth
I’m feelin’ like Elvis, Jailhouse Rock
I’m not Tupac, I’m the new ‘Pac
Behind bars, but the bars don’t stop
Recording over the phone, hope the call don’t drop
Drizzy got the ball, I know the ball won’t drop
And I pray none of my kids ever wanna be cops
Young Money get ‘em, Young Money got ‘em
Boss got his feet up, vacation on the Island
Yeah, and tell your girl send the kite up
And even if you don’t smoke, motherfucker, you gon’ have to light up


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