First Person Shooter - Drake ft J. Cole (lyrics) First-person shooter mode, we turnin\u0027 your song to a funeral To them - that say they wan\u0027 off us You better be talkin\u0027 \u0027bout workin\u0027 in cubicles Yeah, them boys had it locked, but I knew the code Lot of - debatin\u0027 my numeral Not the three, not the two, I\u0027m the U-N-O Yeah Numero U-N-O Me and Drizzy, this - like the Super Bowl Man, this - damn near big as the Big as the what? (Ah) Big as the what? (Mm) Big as the what? (Ayy) Big as the Super Bowl But the difference is it\u0027s just two guys playin\u0027 - that they did in the studio - Usually send they verses back to me, and they be terrible, just like a two-year-old I love a dinner with some fine women when they start debatin\u0027 about who the G.O.A.T. I\u0027m like go on \u0027head, say it then, who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.? Who you - really rootin\u0027 for? Like a kid that act bad from January to November - it\u0027s just you and Cole Big as the what? (Ah) Big as the what? (Mm) Big as the what? (Ayy) Big as the Super Bowl - Thirsty to put me in beef Dissectin\u0027 my words and start lookin\u0027 too deep I look at the tweets and start suckin\u0027 my teeth I\u0027m lettin\u0027 it rock \u0027cause I love the mystique I still wanna get me a song with YB Can\u0027t trust everything that you saw on IG Just know if I diss you, I\u0027d make sure you know that I hit you like I\u0027m on your caller ID I\u0027m namin\u0027 the album The Fall Off, it\u0027s pretty ironic \u0027cause it ain\u0027t no fall off for me Still in this - gettin\u0027 bigger, they waitin\u0027 on the kid to come drop like a father to be Love when they argue the hardest MC Is it K-Dot? Is it Aubrey? Or me? We the big three like we started a league, but right now, I feel like Muhammad Ali Huh, yeah, yeah, huh-huh, yeah, Muhammad Ali The one that they call when they - ain\u0027t connectin\u0027 no more, feel like I got a job in IT Rhymin\u0027 with me is the biggest mistake The Spider-Man meme is me lookin\u0027 at Drake It\u0027s like we recruited your homies to be demon deacons We got \u0027em attending your wake Hate how the game got away from the bars, man, this - like a prison escape Everybody steppers, well, - then everybody breakfast And I\u0027m \u0027bout to clear up my plate (huh, huh, huh) When I show up, it\u0027s motion picture blockbuster The G.O.A.T. with the golden pen, the top toucher The spot rusher, sprayed his whole - up, the crop duster Not Russia, but apply pressure To your cranium, Cole\u0027s automatic when aimin\u0027 \u0027em With The Boy in the status, a stadium Ayy, I\u0027m \u0027bout to, I\u0027m \u0027bout to I\u0027m \u0027bout to, yeah Yeah I\u0027m \u0027bout to click out on this - I\u0027m \u0027bout to click, whoa I\u0027m \u0027bout to click out on this - I\u0027m \u0027bout to click, whoa I\u0027m down to click out you - and make a crime scene I click the trigger on the stick like a high beam Man, I was Bentley wheel whippin\u0027 when I was 19 She call my number, leave her hangin\u0027, she got dry-cleaned She got a Android, her messages is lime green I search one name, and end up seein\u0027 twenty tings Nadine, Christine, Justine, Kathleen, Charlene, Pauline, Claudine Man, I pack \u0027em in this phone like some sardines And they send me naked pictures, it\u0027s the small things - Still takin\u0027 pictures on a Gulfstream My youngins richer than you rappers and they all stream I really hate that you been sellin\u0027 them some false dreams Man, if your pub was up for sale, I buy the whole thing Will they ever give me flowers? Well, of course not They don\u0027t wanna have that talk, \u0027cause it\u0027s a sore spot They know The Boy, the one they gotta boycott I told Jimmy Jam I use a Grammy as a door stop Girl gave me some - because I need it And if I - with you, then after I might - what? - Talkin\u0027 \u0027bout when this gon\u0027 be repeated What the -, bro? I\u0027m one away from Michael - Beat it - beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, ayy, beat it, what? Don\u0027t even pay me back on none them favors, I don\u0027t need it