A#m                                     F#       Fm     
Yeah, uh, man, fresh up out the sand, February tan
A#m                                     F#       Fm 
It's the boy, but I'm still the man, come and get your mans
A#m                                        F#       Fm 
I don't know, first you caught the hands, then you took the stand
A#m                                     F#       Fm 
It's a joke, but you say you real—I don't understand
A#m                                     F#       Fm 
On a yacht, me and all the dogs actin' like some dogs
A#m                                       F#       Fm 
We evolved, used to think vacation meant Niagara Falls
A#m                                     F#       Fm 
Swear to God, shout to Buffalo, never duckin' low
A#m                                     F#       Fm 
I don't stop, man, I'm stuck on go, always hug the road,
A#m                                     F#       Fm 
Fuck a opp, make his body roll, yeah, a lot of those
A#m                                     F#       Fm 
Started out doin' college shows, Calipari flow
A#m                                     F#       Fm 
Then I popped like you never seen
A#m                                     F#       Fm 
We with everything, I went off in the '16, give me '17

[Chorus: Drake]
A#m                                     
Want a lot, can't have everything
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Can't have everything
A#m                                   
Want a lot, can't have everything
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But I want everything

[Verse 2: Drake]
A#m                                     F#       Fm 
Bad attitude, tellin' who to calm down?
A#m                                     F#       Fm 
Tryna cool it all down
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Who's callin' my name? Who's involved now?
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Tell me who I gotta down, I'll do a song now, man
          F#       Fm                     A#m
Even though there's way less to prove to y'all now, man
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Everything that went around is comin' back around
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Y'all better hit the ground
A#m
Goddamn, beef forever unfinished
F#       Fm                        A#m
Yeah, it's all open-ended, had me off for a minute
F#m                   Fm   
Had you all since beginnin'
A#m                                        F#         Fm
Damn, I must be coachin', 'cause I'm not playin' with them
A#m                                    
Can you not see the difference?
           F#                Fm                     A#m
I mean, I keep the fuckin' lights on in the buildin'
                 F#m           Fm             
Man, my record deal should be 500 million, goddamn

[Chorus: Drake]
A#m
Can't have everything
F#            Fm
Can't have everything
A#m
Want a lot, can't have everything
F#m 
But I want everything

[Verse 3: Drake]
A#m                                     F#       Fm   
Finally got my mind in a free state
A#m                                     F#       Fm   
Niggas tried to serve me up a cheesesteak
I gave them back a clean plate
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Same niggas preein', 'cause they hate to see the team straight
A#m                                     F#       Fm   
Same niggas beakin', always duckin' my release dates
A#m                                         F#       Fm   
That's when the phone starts ringin' like, "Are we straight?"
A#m                                     F#       Fm   
Two-faced nigga back around with the three face
      A#m                                    
Damn, ol' triple double, Russ face
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Watch with the bust face
                         A#m                                 
Never met the plug, but I rap about the plug face
      F#       Fm                        A#m
Never met myself, I don't remember who I was face
      F#       Fm 
Y'all fuckin' hilarious
A#m                                     F#       Fm 
Y'all really think y'all niggas teamin' up and scarin' us
A#m                                     F#       Fm 
Y'all niggas is arrogant, y'all sleep at the Sheraton
A#m                                     
All that shit embarrassin'
F#       Fm                     A#m
Tell your big homie I'm all for goin' there again
F#       Fm                   A#m    
He ain't even die and I ball with his inheritance
F#       Fm 
All that's in my account at the Bank of America
A#m
All that Drake hysteria
                      F#             Fm 
Six side, east side, all that for my area