Tuscan Leather

Drake

[Verse 1]
 Comin' off the last record, I'm gettin' 20 million off the record
 Just to off these records, n*gga that's a record
 I'm livin' like I'm out here on my last adventure
 Past the present when you have to mention
 This is nothin' for the radio, but they'll still play it though
 Cause it's that new Drizzy Drake, that's just the way it go
 Heavy airplay all day with no chorus
 We keep it thorough, n*gga, rap like this for all of my borough n*ggas
 I reached the point where don't sh*t matter to me, n*gga
 I reached heights that Dwight Howard couldn't reach, n*gga
 Prince Akeem, they throw flowers at my feet, n*gga
 I could go a hour on this beat, n*gga
 I'm just as famous as my mentor
 But that's still the boss, don't get sent for
 Get hype on tracks and jump in front of a bullet you wasn't meant for
 Cause you don't really wanna hear me vent more
 Hot temper, scary outcome
 Here's a reason for n*ggas that's hatin' without one
 That always let they mouth run
 Bench players talkin' like starters, I hate it
 Started from the bottom, now we here, n*gga, we made it
 Yeah, Tom Ford Tuscan Leather smelling like a brick
 Degenerates, but even Ellen love our sh*t
 Rich enough that I don't have to tell 'em that I'm rich
 Self explanatory, you just here to spread the story, wassup

[Verse 2]
 Sittin' Gucci Row like they say up at UNLV
 Young rebel, Young Money nothin' you could tell me
 Paperwork takin' too long, maybe they don't understand me
 I'll compromise if I have to, I gotta stay with the family
 Not even talkin' to Nicki, communication is breakin'
 I dropped the ball on some personal sh*t, I need to embrace it
 I'm honest, I make mistakes, I'd be the second to admit it
 Think that's why I need her in my life, to check me when I'm trippin'
 On a mission tryna shift the culture
 Tell me who dissin', I got some things that'll hit the culprit
 Them strep throat flows, them sh*ts to stop all of the talkin'
 All of the talkin', got one reply for all of your comments
 F*ck what you think, I'm too busy, that's why you leave a message
 Born a perfectionist, guess that makes me a bit obsessive
 That sh*t I heard from you lately really relieved some pressure
 Like aye, B I got your CD, you get an E for effort
 I piece letters together and get to talkin' reckless
 I don't change like credentials, you know you see the necklace
 My life's a completed checklist
 I'm tired of hearin' 'bout who you checkin' for now
 Just give it time, we'll see who's still around a decade from now
 That's real

[Verse 3]
 How much time is this n*gga spendin' on the intro?
 Lately I've been feelin' like Guy Pearce in Memento
 I just set the bar, n*ggas fall under it like a limbo
 The family all that matters, I'm just out here with my kinfolk
 Off everything my pen wrote we went from Bundy to Winslow
 This for shorty up on Glengrove who love when I catch my tempo
 I sip the [?] and listen to Cappadonna
 The Fresh Prince just had dinner with Tatiana, no lie
 All these 90's fantasies on my mind
 The difference is that with mine, they all come true in due time
 I might come through without security to check if you're fine
 That's just me on my solo like f*ck it, like YOLO
 Wanted to tell you, "Accept yourself"
 You don't have to prove sh*t to know and except yourself
 And if you end up needing some extra help, then I can help
 You know, back on your feet and sh*t
 Tryna get my karma up, f*ck the guilty and greedy sh*t
 How much time is this n*gga spendin' on the intro?
 How this n*gga workin' like he got a f*ckin' twin though?
 Life is soundin' crazy, 40 on Martin Scorcese
 And I wouldn't change a thing if you payed me, now real n*gga wassup