First Person Shooter Lyrics
Part I
[J. Cole & Adonis:]
(Pew, pew-pew)
First-person shooter mode
We turnin' your song to a funeral
To them niggas that say they wan' off us
You better be talkin' 'bout workin' in cubicles
Yeah, them boys had it locked, but I knew the code
Lot of niggas debatin' my numeral
Not the three, not the two, I'm the U-N-O
Yeah
Numero U-N-O
Me and Drizzy, this shit like the Super Bowl
Man, this shit damn near big as the
[Drake:]
Big as the what?
Big as the what?
Big as the what?
Big as the Super Bowl
But the difference is it's just two guys playin' shit that they did in the studio
Niggas 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' about who the G.O.A.T.
I'm like go on 'head, 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 bitches really rootin' for?
Like a kid that act bad from January to November
Nigga, it's just you and Cole
Big as the what?
Big as the what?
Big as the what? (Ayy)
Big as the Super Bowl
[J. Cole:]
Niggas so thirsty to put me in beef
Dissectin' my words and start lookin' too deep
I look at the tweets and start suckin' my teeth
I'm lettin' it rock 'cause I love the mystique
I still wanna get me a song with YB
Can't trust everything that you saw on IG
Just know if I diss you, I'd make sure you know that I hit you like I'm on your caller ID
I'm namin' the album The Fall Off, it's pretty ironic 'cause it ain't no fall off for me
Still in this bitch gettin' bigger, they waitin' 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 shit ain't connectin' no more, feel like I got a job in IT
Rhymin' with me is the biggest mistake
The Spider-Man meme is me lookin' at Drake
It's like we recruited your homies to be demon deacons, we got 'em attending your wake
Hate how the game got away from the bars, man, this shit like a prison escape
Everybody steppers, well, fuck it
Then everybody breakfast and I'm 'bout to clear up my plate (Huh, huh, huh)
When I show up, it's motion picture blockbuster
The G.O.A.T. with the golden pen, the top toucher
The spot rusher, sprayed his whole shit up, the crop duster
Not Russia, but apply pressure
To your cranium, Cole's automatic when aimin' 'em
With The Boy in the status, a stadium
Nigga
Part II
[Drake:]
Ayy, I'm 'bout to, I'm bout to
I'm 'bout to, yeah
Yeah
I'm 'bout to click out on this shit
I'm 'bout to click, woah
I'm 'bout to click out on this shit
I'm 'bout to click, woah
I'm down to click out you hoes and make a crime scene
I click the trigger on the stick like a high beam
Man, I was Bentley wheel whippin' when I was nineteen
She call my number, leave her hangin', she got dry-cleaned
She got a Android, her messages is lime green
I search one name, and end up seein' twenty tings
Nadine, Christine, Justine, Kathleen, Charlene, Pauline, Claudine
Man, I pack 'em in this phone like some sardines
And they send me naked pictures, it's the small things
You niggas still takin' pictures on a Gulfstream
My youngins richer than you rappers and they all stream
I really hate that you been sellin' 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't wanna have that talk, 'cause it's 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 head because I need it
And if I fuck with you, then after I might eat it, what?
Niggas talkin' 'bout when this gon' be repeated
What the fuck, bro? I'm one away from Michael
Nigga, beat it, nigga, 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, what? Beat it, what?
Don't even pay me back on none them favors, I don't need it
Credits
Song Title: First Person Shooter
Artist: Drake
Featuring Artist: J. Cole
Written By: Drake, J. Cole, Boi-1da, Coleman, Zac, Finatik, OZ, Vinylz & Tay Keith
Produced By: Coleman, Vinylz, Tay Keith, Boi-1da, FNZ & OZ
Release Date: October 6, 2023
Music Label: OVO Sound & Republic Records
About
"First Person Shooter" is the sixth track from Drake's album "FOR ALL THE DOGS," released on October 6, 2023. This collaborative effort features J. Cole and showcases their lyrical prowess. The title draws an analogy to a video game genre, implying a competitive, confrontational approach to the music industry.
Meaning
In Part I, J. Cole and Adonis introduce the metaphor of a "first-person shooter mode," metaphorically turning songs into funerals for competitors. Cole addresses critics, asserting his skills and confidence alongside Drake. The chorus reinforces the competitive theme, infused with humor and swagger.
Drake's verse in Part I adds playful banter, questioning the ongoing debate about the G.O.A.T. (Greatest of All Time) in rap. He cleverly navigates comparisons, showcasing his lyrical prowess and self-assuredness.
Part II, led by Drake, features a powerful verse with clever wordplay. Themes range from relationships to fame, accompanied by catchy repetition in the chorus. The title's metaphor extends to the desire to make a lasting impact, asserting dominance in the industry.
"First Person Shooter" celebrates the individual and shared success of Drake and J. Cole. The track combines dynamic energy, humor, and clever wordplay, making it a standout piece in the album.
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20. Rich Baby Daddy
22. Away From Home
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