​Drake Era lyrics

[Verse 1]
You see me and you see terror (Oh yeah?)
I got stripes like a flag bearer
Peggy, Peggy, I'm the new young Mayweather
I'm just trying to take hip-hop out the Drake era
f*ck a mob, f*ck a squad, f*ck your mans and them
You singing ass n*ggas don't know how to be men
I hit your baby mama, gave that b*tch a new tan
I talk that greasy sh*t and hit them with a new dance
Oh my God, Peggy, Peggy, you're so good
f*ck whoever said you up to no good
'Cause I'm the man in the street
The man with the beats
And the man holding heat
I drop bombs like I drop science (Whoo)
Drop a body off like a dropped client
Drop six, drop-top, drop FaceTime
I give a f*ck about peace, I spit hate crimes
Who the f*ck you know could kill 'em with these cold lines?
Young Peglord on the mic, b*tch, it's go time
I p*ss white boys off in my spare time
Tugging at your heart I'm the black Ben Carson
So try me if you really wanna
No seriously, try me if you really wanna (Yeah)
Who the f*ck told you Peggy wasn't getting paid?
I square up with a square n*gga and catch a fade
[Hook]
Swisher sweet, ain't nobody can f*ck with me
Kill the beat, backpackers, they loving me
Oh my God, oh God, huh, huh
Swisher sweet, ain't nobody can f*ck with me
Kill the beat, backpackers, they loving me
Oh my God, oh God

[Verse 2]
Uh, f*ck you 'coon ass n*ggas that don't like rap
But you rap, how f*cking dumb is that?
b*tch ass n*ggas, be too committed to the act
I know you wanna jock, I'ma take you off the atlas
With your indie ass
And you Metacritic rappers don't get no pass
You got these white girls singing
These white girls singing
But n*ggas never feel you so you play it like you different
I'm a f*cking grave digger, I don't see these boys
You step in my sandbox, you gon' see these toys
You suburban ass n*ggas need to stay in your place
No snaps, no tweets, this is straight to your face
f*ck 'em
I bring death to any n*gga that try to rattle me
You casualties actually factually you ain't as bad as me
n*ggas say they charged up
I'ma drain your f*cking battery
Split your ass in two and you still will never be half of me, Buster!
f*ck your mob, f*ck your squad, f*ck your mans and them
You indie n*ggas just wanna be black men
I've been real all my life, you're like MC Ride
Two crackers call your album "n*gga," and you let that slide, pus*y
Get the f*ck out of my genre, my genre
Get the f*ck out of my genre, my genre
Rich kids trying to go urban no shaman
But this a new era, I took hip-hop hostage, f*cker
[Bridge]
Life is like a box of chocolate
Life is like a box of chocolate girls
(mumbling)
Life is like a box of chocolate girls
I don't want you in my world
But these people
f*cking other n*ggas b*tches
Let the bass hit 'em
f*ck it, I'ma split 'em
Kill a n*gga for the ribbons
Yeah, uh

[Verse 3]
I don't get mad, I get rich
I don't get sad, I get tips
I'm not a waitress, I'm not a waiter, I don't confer
I just counter, counter, counter, counter attack
b*tch I know you, know you, know you, know you wanna react
But you can't, but you can't, but you can't, you can't
You gon' dance, you gon' dance, you gon' dance, you dance
I hear your Hotline Bling-ing
Got a whole generation of pus*y-n*ggas singing
n*ggas don't even know what they want no more