"The Presentation" lyrics - DRAKE

"The Presentation"

Shake up the world.
That is what I'm about to do,
And homie you ain't even on my altitude.
I'm tellin' you, I got enough cloud for two,
And like a nigga turn blood I came out the blue.
They like, "damn who's Drake, where's wheel-chair-Jimmy at?"
On my Chris Brown shit, I'm still here, gimme that.
I'm cuttin' lights out like it's bedtime.
These other rappers lukewarm like red wine.
The truth hurts so please don't rub it in.
I'm not signed yet, so I'm still budgetin'.
I'm like jeopardy,
I'm still buzzin' in Every city that you gotta nephew or a cousin in.
(Ugh) I miss cake these days.
I can't even afford a mistake these days.
All of my favorite girls miss Drake these days.
Please don't take offense to my ways.

'Cause I need drug money,
Who got drug money?
I am talkin' "white phantom sittin' on dub" money.
I am talkin' "cold champagne at the club" money.
And no I ain't emotional but baby I love money.
To all these A&R's that's playin' stars
Why you gotta act dumb? (dumb)
Your girl know how I beat it like a flat drum.
I spit dirty like I'm chewin' on black gum.
I fooled y'all ain't shit for me to come back from.

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[Drake: talking]
I'd like to take this opportunity to formally welcome you, to this extravaganza that I call "Comeback Season." Hope you enjoy your stay. Drinks are on my by the way [laughs], yeah.

How the fuck jay and dame gon' break up before they meet Drake.
I'm sure it can be resolved I'm just hopin' that they make up.
I've perfected my craft using mo zest,
Tryna make some cheese off a single is a process.
Get it?
Craft. Single. Cheese. Process.
Sit back and admire the talent that I possess.
Top notch, no less.
Oh yes.
I'm known in the city, but need to bust out like a model to show chest.
'Cause you deal with agents from check collections.
I'm keepin' it clean in a little X direction.
And baby girl if you don't like me, it's probably due to the fact that you are last like next selection.
The city is mine, I control this.
You know this.
'Cause you are nothing like it and I'm so this [?].
I'm a Jamaican doctor, The Bay, WHAT UP OTIS?
I'm back with the form like opus I go.
And I'm a teach it so you learn right.
You can't come on this ride, you need to earn height.
With no hydro bill I let the lights burn out
And after that I take em' back like returned flights.
You can't [?] me [?] rich.
United like [?]
Bar Mitzva kid
Get your hits destroyed
'Cause I keep it under wraps like Christmas toys.
No witnesses,
No mistresses,
This the present and I'm a show you what gifted is man.
Keep it real no other youngins as hot as me.
You a Gucci groupie my nigga and I'm a prodigy
What I'm direct for
'Cause I'm who they check for
I waited for connects
Why you was playin' connect four.
You was playin' uno
I was doin' you know what-ever us rappers do to develop a new flow.
I promise

Shout out to 40-40
Yeah my right hand!