Yeah (We got London On Da Track)
This is all God's doing, man, you can't plan it
But if the devil's in the details then I'm satanic
'Bout to take over your city and you can't stand it
My accountant say you sinking like the Titanic
David Blaine last summer man you had to vanish
I get the hits like somebody pitching underhanded
Got my Spanish ting convinced that I know Spanish
Really when she get to talking I don't understand it
You ain't on it right away, you had to wait on ****
Man, I'm only 29 have some patience with us
Plus I never met nobody from my label, ****
I just pop up with the music then they pay a ****
Yeah
Shit ain't been the same like before
I still love it but I used to love it more
FaceTime with my shawty on tour
And she texting purple hearts
'Cause she know that we at war, yeah
**** keep reaching and dissin'
Can't afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon' make me call my bros for assistance
**** keep reaching and dissin'
Put me in a fucked-up position
You gon' make me call my bros, for assistance (21)
Make me call my bro
Baby, I'm a savage, I ain't romantic
When I come around these rappers **** start to panic
And they pockets going under like the Titanic
Got some head last night and it was outstanding
They was hatin' on me then and they hatin' now
She was playing with me then but she waitin' now (21)
Used to sleep inside a den, I got acres now (Cash)
I was fighting **** then but I'm spraying now (Blastin')
I don't pay no mind to no sneak diss (Nope)
I won't spend a dime on a freak bitch
**** takin' cheap shots on some cheap shit (21)
They the type to stand in line for some free shit (Broke bitch)
Babygirl gon' suck it 'til her jaws locked (Suck it off)
She gon' make me put my bitch on call block (Fuckin' up)
We the ones poppin', we the ones shoppin' (21)
We the one droppin', **** we the ones (We the ones)
They the ones duckin' when them heaters come (21, 21)
You that **** snitchin' on your people, huh (Shhhh)
21 savage A.K.A. The Reaper, huh (21)
Pussy **** gettin' shot for all that reachin', huh (Yeah, yeah)
**** keep reaching and dissin'
Can't afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon' make me call my bros for assistance
**** keep reaching and dissin' (Hol' up)
Put me in a fucked-up position (21)
Make me call my bros, for assistance
Make me call my bro
I don't need love I'm the GOAT
I just hit the beat and float
And I'm selling out arenas, but you putting on a show
I been trynna change life around for everyone I know
'Cause if I don't share the wealth, then how the fuck we supposed to grow
Mom's stressed theres a lot of things we need
Chain smoking in the house, it's hard to breathe
I used to have to hit my T's with Febreeze
Jordan pull up in the TL now I'm cheese
I'mma turn this TSX to a Benz soon
I'mma see a lot of blessings for my friends soon
150 inch screen in my bedroom
6'1", man, a **** need some leg room
Shit ain't been the same like before
They don't even wanna look up at the score
FaceTime with my shawty on tour
And she texting purple hearts
'Cause she know we at war, yeah
**** keep reaching and dissin'
Can't afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon' make me call my bros for assistance
**** keep reaching and dissin'
Put me in a fucked-up position
Make me call my bros for assistance
Make me call my bro

Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, L. Holmes & Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph.