Two Birds, One Stone - Drake

Yeah,

More

Yeah

More time with family and friends, more life

More time to get it right

It's only me, but I'm seeing four shadows in the light

My demons visit me every night

To the most high, I'm forever indebted

I know I gotta pay somethin', I know that day's comin'

I put it all in the music

Because if I don't say it here, then I won't say nothin'

Could feel my hand getting tired from holding the grudges

Two birds, one stone, my aim is amazin'

I need to start losing my shit on you niggas that's hatin'

Too reserved, like I called ahead for me and my lady

Free C5, how the fuck we got the boss waiting?

Ever since the blue basement, I found God and I lost patience

Between rocks and hard places of all places

Spotted everywhere, like Dalmation

Cops snoop around now, 'cause all of my dogs famous

Please welcome the October fall baby

Vaughan Road Academy, star player—my mind's not all there

Used to carry a lot of dead weight like a pallbearer

People too scared to tell the truth, so it's all dares

Count it, it's all there, and we all square

Quick money, I'm in and out

My dad used to use a soap bar 'til it's thinnin' out

But, shit, look at Dennis now

All Stacy Adams and linnen'd out

More blessings for Sandy and him, more life

My parents never got it right

But God bless 'em both, I think we all alike

We all wide awake late at night, thinking on what to change

If we do get to do it twice in another life

Scared to go to sleep now

'Cause being awake is what all my dreams were like

Back when the bar that I had set for myself was out of sight

Tell me how I went and did chin-ups

On this shit when I can't see it

Pin-ups of Meagan Good and Pam Grier

Soul sisters inspired my old scriptures

Now that feeling's gone like them old pictures

Mixin' liquor got us both twisted, words get so vicious

You just stare at me while you roll Swishers

Girl, I love you, but I don't miss ya

And no matter what year it is, I'm a 06er

Go figure, cold nigga, stay in school, man

Fuck the rap game, it's all lies and it's all filthy

Two percent of us rich and the rest of these niggas all milk it

Got two of my niggas off with a "not guilty"

Gave back to the city and never said it if I didn't live it

But still they try and tell you I'm not the realest

Like I'm some privileged kid

That never sat through a prison visit

Or like it was just handed to me tied with a ribbon

I never worked to get it

But really it's you with all the drug dealer stories

That's gotta stop, though

You made a couple chops and now you think you Chapo

If you ask me though, you ain't lining the trunk with kilos

You bagging weed watching Pacino with all your niggas

Like, "This what we need to be on," but you never went live

You middle-man in this shit, boy, you was never them guys

I can tell, 'cause I look most of you dead in your eyes

And you'll be tryna sell that story for the rest of your lives

Can't show us where the cash is

Me, I don't judge, I'm just going off what the math is

Numbers inflated

They all look at me like, "What have you done for me lately?"

"I like your older shit but wasn't in love with the latest."

Aw, baby, stop debatin', I'm just a creative

My numbers out of this world

No wonder they got me feeling so alienated

You were the man on the moon

Now you just go through your phases

Life of the angry and famous

Rap like I know I'm the greatest

Then give you tropical flavours

Still never been on hiatus

You stay xann'd and perk'd up

So when reality set in, you don't gotta face it

I'm down 200 in Vegas but winning life on a daily basis

It seems like nobody wants to stay in my good graces

I'm like a real estate agent, putting you all in your places

Look what happens soon as you talk to me crazy

Is you crazy?