Drake — Barry Bonds Freestyle

[Verse] It's what you all been waiting for, ain't it? Your weekly entertainment For me to get a hold of this beat and go 'head, claim it I'm about to paint a picture, you niggas go 'head, frame it Since we getting Seinfeld on some Jerry and Elaine shit I flow far from mediocre And if we talking cards, I will fold him with the poker You and your whole crew are like a deck of 54 So it's obvious y'all gon' steady be rolling with some jokers And me, I'm rolling with some brokers Like, damn, could you niggas get any broker? I got my new girl so content Just save yourself the embarrassment, don't even approach her Disguise yourself, go buy a costume I am making stocks work while you working stock rooms Ugh, and I was praying I would drop June But label reps applying pressure to make them pop tunes So I keep it rocking for Pete's sakes You fake gangsta rappers are cliché And if you ain't talking dough when you meet Drake I'll be all in your face, like, "No speak-a la ingles" Soon as you hear it, you quote it They try to be the one that I done left out the show with But trust me, I'm aware, and my car's right there Is this interior enough for y'all ulterior motives? 'Cause if you like it, y'all should stick with me My money good, I ain't never had to flip a ki A lot of ice, a lot of cream like Dickie Dee Might cut the phone and disapear like Michie Mee But I'ma try and have you on the trip with me Sliding through Henri Bendel like it's slippery And your ex-man is a hater, officially Probably 'cause he know I'm exactly what you wish he be Yeah, that's the reason why he looking hard 'Cause I done snatched the Chips Ahoy out the cookie jar He just mad 'cause his girl's at the house With her tongue sticking out like a Michael Jordan rookie card Let me address this, pardon me while I fix A couple subliminal lines caught me in the mix I guess he thought he could've been Gotti in the flicks But at this point, I'm just poking a body with a stick Nowadays, rapping is a children's hobby And girls keep telling me I'm still this snobby I tell them myself is who I am feeling, probably Just because I got a buzz like a building lobby It ain't a song that your ass finna skip I tried to sell weed, give me cash for the zip The way your girlfriend pumped me up in the car Seem like she don't really need no gas for the trip Millionaire shades, fade with the waves I smirk at a nigga if he still rocking braids That just lets me know that we ain't on the same page And that goes out to every nigga except Trey I'm outta here, baby They asked me about the past years and how does it phase me I wouldn't take it back, nah, not if they paid me Mr. Bet You That's Expensive 'cause it's not a fugazi Spitting a Crock Pot of bottomless gravy The shit is so nasty, how is it tasting? And you can probably find him walking out of a Macy's Forget it, girl, they just thinking how to replace me Exit with a joke, leave these niggas some hope You took that 'Ye beat and put that shit in a choke Well, I'm thinking I should leave out on this note Nigga, keep your two cents, I ain't tryna leave you broke [Refrain] Life of a don, lights keep glowing Come up in the club with that fresh shit on And something crazy on my arm, uh-ahem And here's another hit, Barry Bonds