Drake — Tim Westwood Freestyle 2012

And I roll up looking harder than a....bitch! Damn a nigga never switch You should get your cherry bust Before you fuck around with this! I buy some Rolexes and pass 'em out as gifts And when they tell me that's too much I'm like "No, fuck it, I insist!" And then we light it up and reminisce About the things that we would fix How the fuck we got this rich? This is just some inspiration For young niggas on they shit! This for my young niggas on they shit for real This also for the hood stars that I created Whose booking rate went up right after we dated Girl you made it for real Hosting parties with athletes or another rapper Then they trying to fuck you after Remember when you was my....bitch!? My special friend with benefits You remember how you got here? Hope to God you ain't forget But the look you're giving me tells me you did Empty stares across the club Like y'all don't recognize the kid But damn, you know what it is Cameras flashing over here, I know that's something That you miss, yeah It been bad, and it gets good Drizzy Drake and the nigga Tim Westwood