Puffin' the Dragon

Yeah...

To whom all concern, don't take me vain

I plow the hard road for people like Lil Wayne

I put it all in place to have it taken away

And live in ridicule and grief, dismay

Before my face got stubble, my house burned to rubble

The party that I planned for the world got me in trouble

Journalists asked what I did with my money

I gave it to the needy, not that greedy

I'm Quik... I do it like I wanna

Somethin like the South of France, I wanna hear the thunder

...Now open up the ceiling

Ask the valet pull the roof off, I want to feel the feeling

...So let the raindrops kiss me on my angelic face

I'm such a sport, had to ask the turtle, "Was it a race?"

And now I yield for the snail's pace

Crosstown traffic in a haze, I love this place

[R:]

I'm up and I'm at it, I guess I'm just a musical addict

I like it when my life is automatic

I'm summonin magic, I gotta avoid it when it's tragic

So call me when you need a new gadget

I'm puffin the dragon, it's fried chicken in back of the wagon

Mercedes, Lamborghini we draggin

On the Interstate 15 to Vegas, we drunk and we niggaz

They pay us... We playas

Betrayed to the point where I pop my trunk

But why me, go to prison and send heaven a punk?

I was the star of the show but that turns your friends against you

Hence, you'll never get another opportunity sent you

Salon shop talk now, days is jaded

They ask a thousand questions while I'm gettin my hair braided

Starin at me funny, countin one dollar bills

Greed is a sin, but ignorance kills

And LA can be a very cold place at times

A lotta of different drugs, no universal mind

On the same page, but a lotta different books

I swear that this could be as fun as it looks

Cause when you ride 'em right, you get the fun in the sun

But if you stab the horse, you're infamous, got one and you're done

On the surface it's calm, the naked eye cannot see it

But the undercurrent's there to steal a body if needed

So be it

[R]

Rose Hills fillin up with all of my friends

Emotions I can't show 'em, I'm just keepin it in

Got a lot of livin to do, avoidin the laws of the land

The Grim Reaper got the scythe in his hand

So it's party on the stage while playin everything

Scratch the record, throw my hands up, make everybody sing

Still the one-man band, still a hip-hop fan

A producer from on Spruce but with a mic and a band

I'm not as passionate about it but I hit now and then

Not naive to the envy that fills the (Heartz of Men)

I'm a G from the streets, but I need a new letter

One that announces my power and describes me better

I'm a Q from the composition writer

I see it all and highlight it from the perspective of a biter

So Drake I owe you a line, and Diddy you too

Canada, New York and Compton, let's get a brew bruh

[R]