Even though dying isn't in the plans, but neither was making it, and here I am

I know Toronto miss me, I'ma be home in a minute. That's my city and I run it, you just run around in it.

I'm bold from the get go. Go by the title of Drake and treating me like the rest is a vital mistake

Aunty Doe tell em' I deserve a mazel tov. I'm rapping like a shepherd with the muzzle off.

Send the haters all my love; X and O. I got a black box where suggestions go.

It's like, these days, man I'm booked and I'm busy. Dad named me Drake; Foots named me Drizzy. They try and tell me I'll never be nothin' but a protégé, but if you watched the VMAs (Ed note: Or OVO Fest!) there's nothin' more to say.

With so much drama in the L.B.C. It's kinda hard being Snoop D-O-double-G.

Yes I did, yes I did. Somebody please tell him who the F I is; I am Nicki Minaj, I mack them dudes up, back coupes up and chuck the deuce up.

Cause they loving the crew.

Believe or not, I receive a lot. So, I be wearing the same Gucci that Jeezy got. And I be buyin' the Louis that Kanyeezy cop. And I be rippin' the same reords that Weezy rock.

Ed note: Welcome to Nicki Minaj's dressing room.

Ed note: Lined up around the block for the Swag Shack to get some OVO swag.

I really can't complain, everything is kosher. Two thumbs up, Ebert and Roeper.

One thing about music, when it hits you feel no pain, and I swear I got this shit that makes these bitches go insane.

I swear this life is like the sweetest thing I've ever known.

I got the key to happiness and all the copies.

Louie Vs in my archives, black diamonds, apartheid.

I'm in, low-cut Louis with them hard denim jeans and a beige jacket, hands down the best in my age bracket.

Seems like yesterday that I was up and coming, still so young that I ain't had enough of nothing.

Got a show up in your city, your girl is in the line; and the line around the corner, it's my motherfucking time

Cause I live for this, it isn't just a hobby like that.

Oh my God, Becky! Look at her butt!

I'm a staple in my city you can never ruin me.

She asked what have I learned since getting richer; I learned working with the negatives could make for better picture.

I guess it really is just me, myself, and all my millions

It's octobersveryown.blogspot.com; that's where you find all the exclusives at. You know, October's Very Own - we got the real-life entourage.

I might be too strung out on compliments, overdosed on confidence. Started not to give a fuck and stop fearing the consequence. Drinking every night, because we drink to my accomplishments. Faded way too long, I'm floating in and out of consciousness.

You can have my heart or we can share it like the last slice.

It's a celebration every time we link up. We done did everything they could think of; greatness is what we on the brink of.

I came to win, to fight, to conquer, to thrive; I came to win, to survive, to prosper, to rise.

Started off local, but thanks to all the haters I know G4 pilots on a first name basis.

These rappers old, I'm the reason they expire. Plus I got a city that I Carey like Mariah. Damn! That punch line was predictable.

Life on the edge, I’m dangling my feet. I tried to pay attention but attention paid me.

Having a hard time adjusting to fame.

Everybody who doubted me is asking for forgiveness. If you ain't been a part of it at least you got to witness.

This one for the books, man; I swear this shit is as fun as it looks, man

Raf Simons, Rick Owens usually what I'm dressed in.

Ed note: Now that's what we call an "arm party."

My team good, we don’t really need a mascot.

Now she want a photo, you already know, though. You only live once; that’s the motto baby YOLO.

Designer jeans and a hand full of dough; bottle of the Jos, pass me some more. I got more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothes, more money means more dough to blow.

Got so many shades, they thought I had a lazy eye

That OVO and that XO is everything you believe in.

The Weeknd is living proof of what Toronto can do in a year.

It feel good waking up to money in the bank.

Let's take it to the basics, you in the midst of greatness; my Martin was a Maison, rocked Margiela with no laces.

Them whole things, 2Pac without a nose ring; thug life, one wife, a mistress and a girlfriend.

Forbes list like every year.

YSL belt buckle; ya'll sure is looking.

Every year, I feel like this is my motherfucking birthday.

Snoop Dogg Clothing, that's what I'm groomed in.

Homeboys bangin' out. All that ass hangin' out. Bikinis, zucchinis, martinis, no weenies, just the king and the queen-y.

I got a living room full of fine dime brizzles; waiting on the pizzle, the dizzle and the shizzle. G's to the bizzack, now ladies here we gizzo.

Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap.

I got the Rolly on my arm and I'm pouring Chandon.

I'm on one. I might bail up in the Century Club with my jeans on and my team strong.

It's Pink Friday records and OVO.

It's Mac, O.P.I. and a fragrance, too; apparel, I'm dominating every avenue.

Hurry up and finish so we can watch 'Clueless.'

Drive my own cars and wear my own clothes.

Labels want my name beside the X like Malcolm.

The city is mine. T-O-R-O-N-T-O.

Last name 'Ever', first name 'Greatest.'

I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful.

Fashion week in Paris was nice; every designer had my size.