Looking for revenge All summer sixteen All summer sixteen Playing dirty, not clean Out in front of Four Season Looking like a damn football team All in the same thing All repping one thing
Looking for revenge To do what you couldn't do Tell Obama that my verses are just like the whips that he in They bulletproof Minus 20, we in Pitfield That Kai's Kitchen in Canada Goose Famous as fuck but I'm still in the cut When they round up the troops I'm just a sicko, a real sicko When you get to know me, nigga I let the diss record drop You was staying right below me, nigga We must've played it a hundred times You was going to bed Why would I put on a vest I expect you to aim for the head? I could've killed you the first time You won't have to try to say it louder, nigga Trust me, heard you the first time It's nothing personal, I would've done it to anyone And I blame where I came from And I blame all my day one's You know Chubbs like Draymond You better off not saying nothing Them boys, they a handful Then I hit them with a Hotline Chris Breezy with the dance moves Mo-G with the dance moves Ave boy with the dance moves Jimmy Hendrix with the solo Those are strings that you can't pull Yeah, and I could really dish it out Come and get it from the source And fuck with all the word of mouth Golden State running practice at my house, nigga What am I about? You gon' really feel it now I'm out here looking for revenge
All summer sixteen All summer sixteen Playing dirty, not clean Out in front of Four Season Looking like a damn football team All repping one thing Looking for revenge
All you boys in the new Toronto wanna be me a little All you exes know I like my O's with a V in the middle You would love it if I went away and didn't say nothing else How am I keeping it real by keeping this shit to myself? You was never gang, gang, gang, gang You was never one of us Had us fooled for a minute there, now we done all grown up But I'm better off anyway, y'all never gon' finish Drake Say you seeing 'bout it when you see me, man Y'all never home anyway Thought of things that you should've said Said things that you shouldn't say We even gave y'all the whole money play Y'all broke to this day "Oh, it's your time now" Yeah, that's what everybody say I used to wanna be on Roc-A-Fella then I turned into Jay Now I got a house in LA Now I got a bigger pool than Ye And look man, Ye's pool is nice Mine is just big is what I'm saying I'm that nigga is what I'm saying Getting things done around here How you let me run it down here? I'm not even from around here Six, six, six, six, six Soon as I'm back in the city, they throw a parade I might get the key to city and give it to Wayne Or give it to one of the young boys, to carry the wave So trust me, they'll be out here looking for revenge
All summer sixteen All summer sixteen Playing dirty, not clean Out in front of Four Season Looking like a damn football team All repping one thing Looking for
"They don't want us to have a bigger pool than Kanye"
Compositor: Aubrey Graham, Matthew Samuels (Boi-1da), Noah “40” Shebib, Brian Bennett e Kevin Gomringer (Cubeatz)