First Person Shooter Karaoke - Drake & J. Cole

This title is a cover version of First Person Shooter as made famous by Drake
feat. J. Cole

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Tempo: variable (around 69 BPM)

In the same key as the original: F♯m

Duration: 04:07 - Sample at: 00:36

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Release date: 2023
Genres: Rap & Hip Hop, In English
Original songwriter: Isaac John D De Boni, Michael Finatik Mule, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Ozan Yildirim, Boi-1da, Anderson Hernandez, Jermaine Cole, Drake, Scotty Lavell Coleman, Joseph Washington

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Lyrics First Person Shooter

Pew

Pew pew

First person shooter mode

We turnin' your song to a funeral

To them niggas that say they want offices you better be talkin' my work in cubicles

Yeah them boys had it locked but I knew the code

Lot of niggas debatin' my numeral

Not the three, not the two

I'm the U-N-O

Yeah

Numero U-N-O

Me and Drizzy

This shit like the Super Bowl

Man this shit damn near big

Aah

Big as the what ah as the

Big as the what ah

Big as the what ayy

Big as the Super Bowl

But the difference is it's just two guys playin' shit that they did in the studio

Niggas usually send they verses back to me and they be terrible just like a two-year old

I love a dinner with some fine women when they start debatin' about who the G.O.A.T

I'm like Go 'head

Say it then

Who the G.O.A.T.

Who you bitches really rootin' for

Like a kid that act bad from January to November

Nigga it's just you and Cole

Big as the what ayy

Big as the what ah

Big as the what ayy

Big as the Super Bowl

Niggas so thirsty to put me in beef

Dissectin' my words and start lookin' too deep

I look at the tweets and start suckin' my teeth

I'm lettin' it rock 'cos I love the mystique

I still wanna get me a song with YB

Can't trust everything that you saw on IG

Just know if I diss you

I made sure you know that I hit you like

I'm on your caller ID

I'm namin' the album The Fall Off

It's pretty ironic 'cos it ain't no fall off for me

Still in this bitch gettin' bigger

They waitin' on the kid to come jot like a father to be

Love when they argue the hardest MC

Is it K-Dot, is it Aubrey or me

We the big three like we started a league but right now I feel like

Muhammed Ali

Huh yeah yeah huh huh

Yeah Muhammed Ali

The one that they call when they shit ain't connectin' no more

Feel like I got a job in IT

Rhymin' with me is the biggest mistake

The Spider-Man meme is me lookin' at Drake

It's like we recruited your homies to beat demon deacons

We got 'em attendin' your wake

Hate how the game got away from the bars

Man this shit like a prison escape

Everybody steppers, well fuck it

Then everybody breakfast and I'm 'bout to clear up my plate

Huh huh huh

When I show up

It's motion picture blockbuster

The G.O.A.T. with the golden pin

The top toucher

The spot rusher

Sprayed his whole shit up

The crop duster

Not Russia but apply pressure to your cranium

Cole's automatic when aimin' 'em

With The Boy in the status

A stadium

Nigga

Ayy

I'm 'bout to

Yeah

I'm 'bout to click out on this shit

I'm 'bout to click woah

I'm 'bout to click out on this shit

I'm 'bout to click woah

I'm down to click down you hoes and make a crime scene

I click the trigger on the stick like a high beam

Man I was Bentley wheel whippin' when I was nineteen

She call my number

Leave her hangin'

She got dry-cleaned

She got an Android

Her messages is lime green

I search one name and end up seein' twenty tings

Nadine, Christine

Justine, Kathleen

Charlene, Pauline, Claudine

Man I pack 'em in this phone like some sardines

And they send me naked pictures

It's just small things

You niggas still takin' pictures on a Gulfstream

My youngins richer than you rappers and they all stream

I really hate that you been sellin' them some false dreams

Man if your pub was up for sale

I buy the whole thing

Will they ever give me flowers well of course not

They don't wanna have that talk 'cos it's a sore spot

They know The Boy

The one they gotta boycott

I told Jimmy Jam

I use a Grammy as a door stop

Girl gave me some head because I need it

And if I fuck with you then after I might eat it, what

Niggas talkin' 'bout when this gon' be repeated

What the fuck bro

I'm one away from Michael

Nigga beat it, nigga beat it, what

Beat it, what, beat it, what

Beat it ayy, beat it, what

Don't even pay me back on none them favors

I don't need it

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