Drake feat. Bun B & Lil Wayne Uptown Lyrics

So Far Gone Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Houstatlantavegas
  • 2 Successful
  • 3 Best I Ever Had
  • 4 Uptown
  • 5 I'm Goin' In
  • 6 The Calm
  • 7 Fear
  • [Verse 1: Drake]
    Yeah
    Uh-huh
    Uh, hardly home but always reppin'
    You hardly on and always second
    When I'm awake, you always restin'
    And when they call you the answer, you are hardly questioned
    I'm doin' classic shit in all my sessions
    Other niggas' situations, they are all depressin'
    That's why I never follow y'all suggestions
    I just always did my own thing
    Now I run the game, you stupid motha-suckas
    I see all this money through my Ohio State Buckeyes
    Shit been goin' good, but good can turn to better
    Cause you the type to lose her, and I'm about to get her

    [Hook: Drake]
    It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
    It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell your friends
    That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
    I'm on, I'm on, best believe I understand
    It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
    It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell my city
    I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
    I'm on, come on, you can run and tell my city it's on

    [Verse 2: Drake]
    Yeah, wrong way down a one-way
    Women don't get saved 'round me, even on a Sunday
    Damn, where I get it from? These niggas always wonder who
    Then they meet my pop and tell him, "Drake is just a younger you"
    And shawty wanna party, so don't let yo' girl up out the house
    Or there'll be shots on TMZ of me givin' her mouth-to-mouth
    Now she's famous and the paparazzi starts to shoot her
    I drive two black cars, I named 'em Malcolm X and Martin Luther
    I don't ever play, but I'm in the game lady
    They just lose to love, those are tennis games, lady
    Have you countin' money, goin' duffle bag crazy
    Sippin' on Pink Floyd and puffin Wayne Brady
    Damn, Whose Line is it Anyway?
    I'm in the daze, you been amazed
    Y'all seem to be stuck on that beginner stage
    I'm on fire, yup, I've been a blaze
    I got dough to blow, but I wanna blow it right, you look nice
    And yo' frame makes me wanna bowl a strike, well alright
    Guess I might, know what? Fuck it, yes I will
    I am more than what you bargained for and nothin' less than real
    Put it to ya life

    [Hook: Drake]
    It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
    It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell your friends
    That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
    I'm on, I'm on, best believe I understand
    It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
    It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell my city
    I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
    I'm on, come on, you can run and tell my city it's on

    [Verse 3: Bun B]
    Bun B, king of the trill, also one of the dopest
    Whether the streets or on the mic, I'm dope and yes I'm focused
    The gangsta recognize me for my loc-ness, no joke, it's
    Time to shake these haters off like the skin of a locust
    Or maybe like a python, that's the type of shit I'm on
    I wrote this on my iPhone, so let me drop this iBomb
    I palm the game like it's a Spalding ball and take flight
    From the free-throw line and slam it down like I'm the great Mike
    Bun and Wayne and Drake in here, mayne, this gon' be a great night
    Look at all these posers bite our swagger like a great white
    Try to cross me over I just fake left, then I break right
    Stupid animal tricks like David Letterman's Late Night
    This that major moment you've been waitin' on for too long
    The best that ever did it and doin' it on a new song
    UGK and Young Money, too strong
    Bound to be in the green like a crouton, so what the fuck is you on?

    [Hook]
    [Hook: Drake]
    It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
    It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell your friends
    That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
    I'm on, I'm on, best believe I understand
    It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
    It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell my city
    I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
    I'm on, come on, you can run and tell my city it's on

    [Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
    I am the leather jacket, black glasses, All-American bad boy
    I own the swagga supermarket and you, you just a bag boy
    Cause I got that swag boy, the swag you never had boy
    Hate and I will leave your chest the color of my flag, boy
    Soowoo bitch, I do this shit, I'll erase you like I drew you bitch
    And I keep that toaster, you can come and be my strudel, bitch
    I'm so uptown
    And mutha-fucka if you ain't, don't go uptown, yeah
    And now I'm on that rock shit
    But why they let me in? I'mma start shootin in a moshpit
    Haha, fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
    Weezy in ya mouth, now, Weezy what you talkin' 'bout
    Young Mula, baby

    [Hook: Drake]
    It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
    It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell your friends
    That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
    I'm on, I'm on, best believe I understand
    It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
    It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell my city
    I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
    I'm on, come on, you can run and tell my city it's on

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