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[Intro: Drake talking] Mr. Big Dreams no tolerant Cut you at the house of ? since Get bored quickly He stay blowed So the p-a-trón 'bout to get poured quickly Ex girl strippin, I can't stop her New girl trippin but I can't drop her Cuz I need somethin to balance out the fact That it's hard to find a woman when you're talented and black When you hollerin at labels And they silencing you back Cuz you fail to thoroughly discuss a violence on ya track Well, gunshots for the young yacht owner Seen as everybody else, seen as one top loner First place is often the worst place But fuck it I love it here I call it my birthplace Whenever I walk in they makin the worst face Surrounded by Phillipinos I think is the worst case ? green diamonds I call it the earth days I get in ya cake I tell u how your dessert taste I get a dessert plate, yall eat pedigree as a meal I been Urkel for some years It's better being Jaleel Though I rock, lean, snap Letras de cancionesIt's better bein as real It's better drivin a car with the letter B in the wheel Seat back, light sayin Tank on E I got the drank on me You can bank on me To be the one and only nigga dat you ain' gon see In the club wit da models spillin drinks on me Nawh, gimme 20 and a tank on three I'm in the Range bumpin Keyshia Cole singin off-key like (wuhhh) And I'ma spare yall, why you wanna judge me? I don't neva compare yall The city is mine I know it cuz I'm there yall It ain't even started I'm really tryna prepare yall Drake '07, second quarter I'm droppin Do it without a label, man I'm committed and poppin Take ova da summer, tour to tour hoppin I'ma meet a lot a women, I'ma do a lot of shoppin Really no other option Spend a lot a money just to make it back Anybody I diss in a song I don't take it back Same rappers that's all in your face sayin Drake is whack But checkin my availability just to make a track Uh, I promise momma, I'ma do it cuz I kno I put you through it I know I put you through it baby And I just want you to sit around wit ya friends at a dinner table And say my baby's famous and i knew it And it wasn't nuttin to it I've drew ? til da pen run out of fluid [Outro: Drake talking] From Letras Mania