“First Person Shooter” is the fourth promotional single from Canadian rapper and singer Drake‘s eighth studio album, For All the Dogs, on November 15th, 2023.
The track features American rapper J. Cole, it was produced by Boi-1da, Vinylz, Tay Keith FnZ, Oz & J. Cole.
The song was written by Aubrey Graham (Drake), Jermaine Cole (J. Cole), Matthew Samuels, Anderson Hernandez, Brytavious Chambers, Michael Mule, Isaac De Boni, Ozan Yildirim, Scotty Coleman, Snorre Tidemand.
The music video directed by Gibson Hazard premiered November 15th 2023.
(Source, youtube: First Person Shooter music video).
Lyrics for First Person Shooter
Song by Drake, J. Cole
Part I
Intro: J. Cole & Adonis
(Pew, pew-pew)
First-person shooter mode, we turnin’ your song to a funeral
To them n***** 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 n***** debatin’ my numeral
Not the three, not the two, I’m the U-N-O
Yeah
Numero U-N-O
Me and Drizzy, this s*** like the Super Bowl
Man, this s*** damn near big as theChorus: Drake
Big as the what? (Ah)
Big as the what? (Mm)
Big as the what? (Ayy)
Big as the Super BowlVerse 1: Drake
But the difference is it’s just two guys playin’ s*** that they did in the studio
n***** 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 b****** really rootin’ for?
Like a kid that act bad from January to November, n****, it’s just you and ColeChorus: Drake
Big as the what? (Ah)
Big as the what? (Mm)
Big as the what? (Ayy)
Big as the Super BowlVerse 2: J. Cole
n***** so thirsty to put me in beef
Dissectin’ my words and start lookin’ too Part IIntro: J. Cole & Adonis
(Pew, pew-pew)
First-person shooter mode, we turnin’ your song to a funeral
To them n***** 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 n***** debatin’ my numeral
Not the three, not the two, I’m the U-N-O
Yeah
Numero U-N-O
Me and Drizzy, this s*** like the Super Bowl
Man, this s*** damn near big as theChorus: Drake
Big as the what? (Ah)
Big as the what? (Mm)
Big as the what? (Ayy)
Big as the Super BowlVerse 1: Drake
But the difference is it’s just two guys playin’ s*** that they did in the studio
n***** 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 b****** really rootin’ for?
Like a kid that act bad from January to November, n****, it’s just you and ColeChorus: Drake
Big as the what? (Ah)
Big as the what? (Mm)
Big as the what? (Ayy)
Big as the Super BowlVerse 2: J. Cole
n***** 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 b**** 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 s*** 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 s*** like a prison escape
Everybody steppers, well, f*** 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 s*** 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
n****
Part IIIntro: Drake
Ayy, I’m ’bout to, I’m bout to
I’m ’bout to, yeah
YeahVerse: Drake
I’m ’bout to click out on this s***
I’m ’bout to click, woah
I’m ’bout to click out on this s***
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 n***** 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 f*** with you, then after I might eat it, what?
n***** talkin’ ’bout when this gon’ be repeated
What the f***, bro? I’m one away from Michael
n****, beat it, n****, beat it, what?
Outro: Drake
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’t even pay me back on none them favors, I don’t need itdeep
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 b**** 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 s*** 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 s*** like a prison escape
Everybody steppers, well, f*** 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 s*** 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
n****
Part IIIntro: Drake
Ayy, I’m ’bout to, I’m bout to
I’m ’bout to, yeah
YeahVerse: Drake
I’m ’bout to click out on this s***
I’m ’bout to click, woah
I’m ’bout to click out on this s***
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 n***** 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 f*** with you, then after I might eat it, what?
n***** talkin’ ’bout when this gon’ be repeated
What the f***, bro? I’m one away from Michael
n****, beat it, n****, beat it, what?
Outro: Drake
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’t even pay me back on none them favors, I don’t need it
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