First Person Shooter (feat. J. Cole)
by Drake
Summary
Drake and J. Cole team up in "First Person Shooter" to flex their skills while taking aim at their critics and the rap game. They highlight their dominance and address the pressures of fame, all with a playful touch.
Full Analysis
The song dives into the minds of two of hip-hop's biggest names as they navigate their careers and the scrutiny that comes with it. They reflect on their status, the competition, and the expectations from fans and others. It’s about confidence and staying true to themselves while also poking fun at the industry. The energy is high, and both artists bring their A-game, blending bravado with clever wordplay.
Verse 1
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
In this opening verse, Drake sets the tone by likening his success to a video game, where he’s in control. The “first person shooter” metaphor suggests he’s taking aim at his competition and taking them down. He makes it clear that any threats against him are meaningless unless they’re serious about their careers. The reference to “cubicles” hints that those who talk tough might just be stuck in mundane jobs, far from the spotlight he occupies.
Chorus
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
The chorus reinforces Drake's confidence in his unique position in the rap game. He suggests that while others may think they have the keys to success, he’s unlocked the real game. The play on numbers highlights his singular status as "number one", making it clear that he sees himself at the top of the hierarchy. It’s catchy and serves as a reminder of his dominance.
Verse 2
Me and Drizzy, this shit like the Super Bowl
Man, this shit damn near big as the,
Big as the what? Big as the what? Big as the what?
Big as the Super Bowl
In this verse, J. Cole jumps in, comparing their collaboration to the Super Bowl, a massive event. He emphasizes the significance of their partnership, suggesting that it’s a monumental moment in music. The playful back-and-forth about “big as the what” creates a fun rhythm, drawing listeners into their vibe. It shows how they’re enjoying the moment while also recognizing the weight of their presence in the industry.
Chorus
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
The chorus here highlights the authenticity of their collaboration. They’re not just marketing an event; they’re sharing their genuine work. Cole’s jab at other rappers for lacking skill adds a layer of humor and confidence. It suggests that their artistry stands out, setting a high bar that others struggle to meet.
Verse 3
I love a dinner with some fine women
When they start debatin' about who the G.O.A.T
I'm like "Go '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.?"
This verse brings in a personal touch as Cole reflects on social settings. He finds joy in discussions about the greatest of all time (G.O.A.T) in rap, inviting others to weigh in. The repetition of the question emphasizes the ongoing debate in hip-hop, and it feels almost like a challenge to listeners. It shows his confidence in being part of that conversation without taking himself too seriously.
Chorus
Who you bitches really rootin' for?
Like a kid that act bad from January to November
Nigga
It's just you and Cole
Here, Cole continues to play with the idea of loyalty in hip-hop. He questions who fans truly support, likening it to a bratty kid. It’s a clever way to highlight the fickleness of the audience. The line “it’s just you and Cole” reinforces their partnership, suggesting that they’re in this together, no matter what.
Verse 4
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
In this verse, Cole addresses the media and fans who are eager to stir up drama. He’s aware of the scrutiny and how people analyze every word. His nonchalant attitude toward it shows confidence, and he embraces the mystery that comes with fame. It’s a smart way of handling criticism without getting too defensive.
Chorus
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
Cole expresses his desire to collaborate with YoungBoy Never Broke Again (YB), which adds a layer of ambition. The mention of social media reflects on the false realities people create online. He emphasizes that if he were to diss someone, he would do it directly, showing respect for the craft and for the artist.
Verse 5
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
Cole talks about his upcoming album, suggesting that it’s meant to signal a conclusion or change. The irony in the title hints at his continued success despite any rumors of decline. He’s confident about his growth and how people anticipate his work, comparing it to the excitement of a father waiting for a child. It’s a relatable and clever analogy.
Chorus
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 Muhammed Ali
In this part, he engages in the ongoing debate about who the greatest rapper is. He mentions Kendrick Lamar (K-Dot) and Drake (Aubrey), placing himself among the best. The “big three” reference is clever, showing that they’re a powerhouse in the industry. Comparing himself to Muhammad Ali emphasizes his confidence and status as a fighter in the rap game.
Chorus
Huh, yeah, yeah, huh-huh, yeah, Muhammed 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
Cole continues the Ali comparison, suggesting he’s the go-to guy when things get tough. The IT reference adds a layer of humor, hinting that he’s skilled in fixing problems, especially in rap. He warns others that collaborating with him is risky, reinforcing his power in the game.
Verse 6
Rhymin' with me is the biggest mistake
The Spider-Man meme is me lookin' at Drake
It's like we recruited your homies to beat demon deacons
We got 'em attending a wake
In this verse, he uses the Spider-Man meme to illustrate their connection and mutual respect. The idea of recruiting others to take down their competition is clever, suggesting they’re a formidable duo. The “attending a wake” line indicates that their skills can end other artists' careers, showing their dominance in a playful yet serious way.
Chorus
Hate how the gang gotta wait for the boss
Man, this shit like a prison escape
Everybody steppers, well fuck it, then everybody breakfast
And I'm 'bout to clear up my plate
Cole comments on the dynamics of the industry, where everyone is waiting for the big names to lead. The prison escape metaphor highlights the pressure they face. The line about “everybody breakfast” is a clever way to say everyone is getting ready to feast, but he’s ready to take charge and make moves.
Outro
When I show up, it's motion picture blockbuster
The G.O.A.T. with the golden pin, the top toucher
The spot rusher, sprayed his whole shit up, the crop duster
Not Russia, but apply pressure
In the outro, Cole wraps things up by highlighting the impact of their presence. The blockbuster reference suggests that every time they drop a track, it’s a huge event. He asserts his status as one of the greatest, emphasizing their talent and ability to dominate the scene. The pressure they apply in the industry is undeniable, and he leaves listeners wanting more.
Closing Thoughts
"First Person Shooter" is a powerful track that showcases Drake and J. Cole at their finest. They blend humor, confidence, and skill to create a dynamic listening experience. Throughout the song, they address their critics, highlight their achievements, and solidify their status in the rap game. It's a reminder of their talent and a celebration of their journey in the industry.
Full Lyrics
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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—
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 '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
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 Muhammed Ali
Huh, yeah, yeah, huh-huh, yeah, Muhammed 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 beat demon deacons
We got 'em attending a wake
Hate how the gang gotta wait for the boss
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 pin, 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
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 down 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 is still takin' pictures on a dog stream
My youngers 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 Jim and Jammer 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, wait
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