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ICEMAN Album
by  Drake


Drake - ICEMAN Lyrics
(Featuring Future, Molly Santana, 21 Savage)



  1. Make Them Cry
  2. Dust
  3. Whisper My Name
  4. Janice STFU
  5. Ran To Atlanta
  6. Shabang
  7. Make Them Pay
  8. Burning Bridges
  9. National Treasures
  10. B's On The Table
  11. What Did I Miss?
  12. Plot Twist
  13. 2 Hard 4 The Radio
  14. Make Them Remember
  15. Little Birdie
  16. Don't Worry
  17. Firm Friends
  18. Make Them Know

Make Them Cry


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Yeah
+
Ice
+
Yeah
+
A major part of Drake's persona is that he was raised by his single mother, Sandi Graham. Drake uses this as a metaphor for his conviction that he is a singular talent and the only person in the world like him.
I'm an only child, no one could've made another
+
I have to father my mother and treat my son's grandfather like my older brother
+
The skies are grey in Toronto, they not a golden color
+
I'm feeling like BTS 'cause it took the whole career for me to be so discovered
+
I know for sure that my parents, they look at me and see an overcomer
+
I'm looking back at them and these days, I see an older couple
+
I see my only uncle lookin' like that shit that I ain't ownin' up to
+
And if he said the way he really felt
+
I'll probably see his side because I'm old enough to
+
I'm looking at all my niggas, they say, "Bro, we love you"
+
But all my words really the shit that they be goin' up to
+
Feel like 40 won't even listen to my words when he knows I'm in a load of trouble
+
I'm in the cut just loadin' rebuttals
+
And I got a bunch of hits on my hand, see the swollen knuckles?
+
I try to tell him it's working out for me now, he say, "Then show your muscles
+
Prove to me that you're still as strong when it's only us two
+
They know you thorough with bread, but there's some shit you gotta pony up to"
+
Basically he's sayin' I got growin' up to do, I gotta dig deep
+
I really hate those two words, they never bring peace
+
I'm at the Bulgari in Turkey with my bitch and we ain't come here for no big teeth, nah
+
I came here to turn a new leaf and maybe finally get some sleep
+
But all I can think about is the mountain to climb
+
And the conversations surrounding my music like they're Twin Peak
+
With Dot back in 2024 was a big piece
+
So it's like, this shit is me, but it isn't me
+
Drake tackles the experiences he had going while engaging his publicized 2024 feud with Kendrick Lamar.
Y'all keep on asking me what it did to me, that's what it did to me
+
When I dig deep, they say dig deeper
+
Tell us how it felt to meet the Grim Reaper
+
This album better have some big features
+
Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm all alone for my mental
+
And I've been tryna end so many people, I almost forgot the intro
+
Been so sure of my words that I haven't used a pencil
+
Been so paranoid that nothing in this world seems coincidental
+
Yeah
+
Our brother sold his chain the other day and said that someone snatched it
+
I'm still processing that shit, it got me so distracted
+
I think he's so desperate and our life is goin' fantastic
+
He don't have the heart to come and tell us he pawned it for cash
+
Even his baby mama been sayin' he been movin' backwards
+
To me, he sold the only thing that has ever mattered
+
I could never forgive such a nefarious action
+
I'm still healin' my own traumas, I've barely adapted
+
This new toxic shit I'm dropping is gon' spin 'til I'm radioactive, yeah
+
I really make the roughest days in life look very relaxing
+
I don't do psychedelics because I'm too scared of unpacking
+
Sometimes I only see myself in my therapist glasses
+
But I'm not taking it serious 'cause she's very attractive
+
I know it's a heavy-ass decision to bury the hatchet
+
It'll take more than six pallbearers to carry that casket
+
I put the "man" in "manipulation" when I pay your rent
+
And that is an obligation to our attachment
+
Then I sprinkle in a little Mercedes and fashion
+
If that's not enough for you, well, baby, go back then
+
You f*ckin' dude at the spot that I got for you, Jesus
+
You gave him reason to speak on my name, that's some weak shit
+
They textin' proof to my phone and my heart is in pieces
+
You keepin' your options open, for real, that's some me shit
+
Sis, you gotta be kiddin' like nephews and nieces
+
I keep on rescuin' leeches, I can't believe it, I really can't believe it
+
I can't believe it, yeah
+
Too many wire transfers bound to have a good girl's morals tangled
+
The rent-free penthouse and the Van Cleef floral bangles
+
And plenty more examples that had you goin' Dora the Explorer outside
+
While I turned a blind eye 'cause it's more than painful, yeah
+
I think I also put the "man" in "manifestation"
+
Either I'm too numb to this shit or the city is changin'
+
I bump into people and they act like we literally strangers
+
Random intrusive thought, but what happened to Taz's Angels?
+
So many people that's not around from that generation
+
Niggas wanna talk about a battle, I'm battlin' patience
+
Nigga, I battle frustration
+
I'm 'bout to turn forty, dog, I'm battlin' agin'
+
I'm battlin' the fact that the album ain't even drop and already they ass is complainin'
+
F*ck it, I'll battle the label
+
F*ck it, I'll battle the majors
+
I'll battle the stations 'til my ass is back in rotation
+
Shout out to the real fans that knew what I had in the basement
+
Shout out to the fake fans, I thought we had an arrangement
+
How many times have you tried to tell me I had a replacement?
+
How many times are you 'bout to ask if I had a vacation?
+
How many artists I've had to witness do bad imitations?
+
Niggas want me all bent out of shape, rattled, and shaken
+
My dad got cancer right now, we battlin' stages
+
Trust me when I say there's plenty things that I'd rather be facin'
+
For real
+
And this time, ask me to dig deeper, I'll gladly explain it
+
Yeah
+
Ice
+
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English

Yeah
+
Ice
+
Yeah
+
A major part of Drake's persona is that he was raised by his single mother, Sandi Graham. Drake uses this as a metaphor for his conviction that he is a singular talent and the only person in the world like him.
I'm an only child, no one could've made another
+
I have to father my mother and treat my son's grandfather like my older brother
+
The skies are grey in Toronto, they not a golden color
+
I'm feeling like BTS 'cause it took the whole career for me to be so discovered
+
I know for sure that my parents, they look at me and see an overcomer
+
I'm looking back at them and these days, I see an older couple
+
I see my only uncle lookin' like that shit that I ain't ownin' up to
+
And if he said the way he really felt
+
I'll probably see his side because I'm old enough to
+
I'm looking at all my niggas, they say, "Bro, we love you"
+
But all my words really the shit that they be goin' up to
+
Feel like 40 won't even listen to my words when he knows I'm in a load of trouble
+
I'm in the cut just loadin' rebuttals
+
And I got a bunch of hits on my hand, see the swollen knuckles?
+
I try to tell him it's working out for me now, he say, "Then show your muscles
+
Prove to me that you're still as strong when it's only us two
+
They know you thorough with bread, but there's some shit you gotta pony up to"
+
Basically he's sayin' I got growin' up to do, I gotta dig deep
+
I really hate those two words, they never bring peace
+
I'm at the Bulgari in Turkey with my bitch and we ain't come here for no big teeth, nah
+
I came here to turn a new leaf and maybe finally get some sleep
+
But all I can think about is the mountain to climb
+
And the conversations surrounding my music like they're Twin Peak
+
With Dot back in 2024 was a big piece
+
So it's like, this shit is me, but it isn't me
+
Drake tackles the experiences he had going while engaging his publicized 2024 feud with Kendrick Lamar.
Y'all keep on asking me what it did to me, that's what it did to me
+
When I dig deep, they say dig deeper
+
Tell us how it felt to meet the Grim Reaper
+
This album better have some big features
+
Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm all alone for my mental
+
And I've been tryna end so many people, I almost forgot the intro
+
Been so sure of my words that I haven't used a pencil
+
Been so paranoid that nothing in this world seems coincidental
+
Yeah
+
Our brother sold his chain the other day and said that someone snatched it
+
I'm still processing that shit, it got me so distracted
+
I think he's so desperate and our life is goin' fantastic
+
He don't have the heart to come and tell us he pawned it for cash
+
Even his baby mama been sayin' he been movin' backwards
+
To me, he sold the only thing that has ever mattered
+
I could never forgive such a nefarious action
+
I'm still healin' my own traumas, I've barely adapted
+
This new toxic shit I'm dropping is gon' spin 'til I'm radioactive, yeah
+
I really make the roughest days in life look very relaxing
+
I don't do psychedelics because I'm too scared of unpacking
+
Sometimes I only see myself in my therapist glasses
+
But I'm not taking it serious 'cause she's very attractive
+
I know it's a heavy-ass decision to bury the hatchet
+
It'll take more than six pallbearers to carry that casket
+
I put the "man" in "manipulation" when I pay your rent
+
And that is an obligation to our attachment
+
Then I sprinkle in a little Mercedes and fashion
+
If that's not enough for you, well, baby, go back then
+
You f*ckin' dude at the spot that I got for you, Jesus
+
You gave him reason to speak on my name, that's some weak shit
+
They textin' proof to my phone and my heart is in pieces
+
You keepin' your options open, for real, that's some me shit
+
Sis, you gotta be kiddin' like nephews and nieces
+
I keep on rescuin' leeches, I can't believe it, I really can't believe it
+
I can't believe it, yeah
+
Too many wire transfers bound to have a good girl's morals tangled
+
The rent-free penthouse and the Van Cleef floral bangles
+
And plenty more examples that had you goin' Dora the Explorer outside
+
While I turned a blind eye 'cause it's more than painful, yeah
+
I think I also put the "man" in "manifestation"
+
Either I'm too numb to this shit or the city is changin'
+
I bump into people and they act like we literally strangers
+
Random intrusive thought, but what happened to Taz's Angels?
+
So many people that's not around from that generation
+
Niggas wanna talk about a battle, I'm battlin' patience
+
Nigga, I battle frustration
+
I'm 'bout to turn forty, dog, I'm battlin' agin'
+
I'm battlin' the fact that the album ain't even drop and already they ass is complainin'
+
F*ck it, I'll battle the label
+
F*ck it, I'll battle the majors
+
I'll battle the stations 'til my ass is back in rotation
+
Shout out to the real fans that knew what I had in the basement
+
Shout out to the fake fans, I thought we had an arrangement
+
How many times have you tried to tell me I had a replacement?
+
How many times are you 'bout to ask if I had a vacation?
+
How many artists I've had to witness do bad imitations?
+
Niggas want me all bent out of shape, rattled, and shaken
+
My dad got cancer right now, we battlin' stages
+
Trust me when I say there's plenty things that I'd rather be facin'
+
For real
+
And this time, ask me to dig deeper, I'll gladly explain it
+
Yeah
+
Ice
+
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Aubrey Graham
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Dust


Madda
+
Some idiot boy dere
+
You should go ahead and pop some corn and grab a stool
+
The boy's about to break some news
+
All the numbers are final, no t-shirts, no vinyl
+
Y'all 'bout to make me richie like Lionel, for real
+
And that's the truth
+
Sixteen hours ahead in Melbourne, I don't even know what's goin' on back home, straight
+
Ayy
+
Girls from Atlanta call me Santa
+
Girls from Australia, what can I tell ya?
+
You know I love you so much
+
I just gotta handle somethin' bigger than us
+
Triple S was really to show you my love
+
And make sure you're good 'til the next time we meet up
+
But now I gotta send it up (oh my god)
+
Yeah
+
They was like, "Go blow the dust off your plaques
+
Go blow the dust off your plaques"
+
What was the year that they say you had slaps? (Oh my god)
+
'Cause I don't remember it goin' like that
+
I don't remember one word in your raps
+
I don't know nothin' 'bout you and them tracks (let's go)
+
Yeah
+
I am, I am, I am
+
An FTX penthouse high-riser, yeah (oh my god)
+
Samuel Bankman, free all my guys up, yeah
+
I'm in a sold-out show with your girl on a riser
+
I'm with the mob at Graycliff, twenty cigars and they f*ckin' my eyes up
+
I am not better or wiser, Future the Prince is my trusted advisor (oh my god)
+
If it's up to me, I get everyone hit, I get everyone lined up
+
If it's up to me, I been clockin' you pussy, man, everyone time's up
+
If it's up to me, if it's up to me, ayy
+
If it's up to me, then you all on a list, man, everyone signed up (oh my god)
+
If it's up to me, it's already made, I ain't makin' my mind up
+
If it wasn't for me reachin' my hand, you never'd climbed up
+
Go blow the dust off your plaques (what?)
+
Go blow the dust off your plaques (what?)
+
Go blow the dust off your plaques
+
What was the year that they say you had slaps? (Oh my god)
+
'Cause I don't remember it goin' like that
+
I don't remember nothin' 'bout them raps
+
I don't remember nothin' bein' facts (let's go)
+
Ayy
+
I am, I am, I am
+
A BTC crypto big-timer (oh my god)
+
I'm a corporate-America hit survivor
+
Got a real big heart, I'm a f*cked-up guy, though
+
Those ain't my haters, those are my secret admirers
+
New Year's Eve, police escort 'cause I can't miss the fireworks
+
I heard your brother got flipped, did it sloppy, so that wasn't our work
+
Definitely gon' know if it's us if we got him, just wait 'til it's our turn, ayy
+
Go blow the dust off your plaques
+
Go blow the dust off your plaques
+
What was the year that they say you had slaps?
+
'Cause I don't remember it goin' like that
+
I don't remember one word in your raps
+
I don't know nothin' 'bout you and them tracks (let's go)
+
Yeah
+
I am, I am, I am
+
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English

Madda
+
Some idiot boy dere
+
You should go ahead and pop some corn and grab a stool
+
The boy's about to break some news
+
All the numbers are final, no t-shirts, no vinyl
+
Y'all 'bout to make me richie like Lionel, for real
+
And that's the truth
+
Sixteen hours ahead in Melbourne, I don't even know what's goin' on back home, straight
+
Ayy
+
Girls from Atlanta call me Santa
+
Girls from Australia, what can I tell ya?
+
You know I love you so much
+
I just gotta handle somethin' bigger than us
+
Triple S was really to show you my love
+
And make sure you're good 'til the next time we meet up
+
But now I gotta send it up (oh my god)
+
Yeah
+
They was like, "Go blow the dust off your plaques
+
Go blow the dust off your plaques"
+
What was the year that they say you had slaps? (Oh my god)
+
'Cause I don't remember it goin' like that
+
I don't remember one word in your raps
+
I don't know nothin' 'bout you and them tracks (let's go)
+
Yeah
+
I am, I am, I am
+
An FTX penthouse high-riser, yeah (oh my god)
+
Samuel Bankman, free all my guys up, yeah
+
I'm in a sold-out show with your girl on a riser
+
I'm with the mob at Graycliff, twenty cigars and they f*ckin' my eyes up
+
I am not better or wiser, Future the Prince is my trusted advisor (oh my god)
+
If it's up to me, I get everyone hit, I get everyone lined up
+
If it's up to me, I been clockin' you pussy, man, everyone time's up
+
If it's up to me, if it's up to me, ayy
+
If it's up to me, then you all on a list, man, everyone signed up (oh my god)
+
If it's up to me, it's already made, I ain't makin' my mind up
+
If it wasn't for me reachin' my hand, you never'd climbed up
+
Go blow the dust off your plaques (what?)
+
Go blow the dust off your plaques (what?)
+
Go blow the dust off your plaques
+
What was the year that they say you had slaps? (Oh my god)
+
'Cause I don't remember it goin' like that
+
I don't remember nothin' 'bout them raps
+
I don't remember nothin' bein' facts (let's go)
+
Ayy
+
I am, I am, I am
+
A BTC crypto big-timer (oh my god)
+
I'm a corporate-America hit survivor
+
Got a real big heart, I'm a f*cked-up guy, though
+
Those ain't my haters, those are my secret admirers
+
New Year's Eve, police escort 'cause I can't miss the fireworks
+
I heard your brother got flipped, did it sloppy, so that wasn't our work
+
Definitely gon' know if it's us if we got him, just wait 'til it's our turn, ayy
+
Go blow the dust off your plaques
+
Go blow the dust off your plaques
+
What was the year that they say you had slaps?
+
'Cause I don't remember it goin' like that
+
I don't remember one word in your raps
+
I don't know nothin' 'bout you and them tracks (let's go)
+
Yeah
+
I am, I am, I am
+
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Aubrey Graham
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Whisper My Name


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Yeah
+
Hey, hey
+
Yeah
+
Drake is invoking "ashes to ashes' in the context of ICEMAN, an album framed entirely around resurrection.
Ash to ashes, dust to dust
+
The dustiest niggas been f*ckin' with us
+
Am I a GOAT? Well, probably not
+
I probably was, but you probably forgot
+
My white label had to go white label shit when he stepped out his body and finally got hot
+
Hand me the tools like I'm pickin' a lock
+
Me and white bitches been kissin' a lot
+
My honor comes from the shit that I do for the ones that I love, it's between 'em and I
+
Your honor comes to the court and he offers a plea deal so that you could cut off some time
+
Nowadays, y'all don't wan' put in no work
+
Y'all just wan' jump to the front of the line and hurry and run out the nine
+
These lines are likely directed at Playboi Carti, who goes by the nickname "Baby Boi."
Baby boy, please
+
"Lil bro" is The Weeknd -in a 2016 Beats 1 interview with Zane Lowe, he called Drake his big brother and how supportive he was of him.
I heard what you said to lil' bro about me
+
Yeah, and when you run into the Iceman, what you gon' do except freeze?
+
You not 'bout to squeeze, you not in the streets
+
I'm cuttin' niggas off at the knees, they ain't on standin' on business with me
+
If I'm lyin', I'm flyin' economy, give me a motherf*ckin' seat
+
If I'm lyin', I'm flyin' economy, I bet I know who I see
+
You know how I fly 'cause I land at the beach, when you land, you can see me
+
You whisper my name 'cause the way that it carry, you can't even speak
+
Yeah, you can't even speak
+
Whisper my name and don't say it too loud
+
'Cause you gotta come here and you know I pop out
+
We turnt up Coachella, had boys backin' down
+
And we might do the same if we touch Rolling Loud
+
If you my nigga, then say that, my nigga
+
Like, "What's up, my crodie? Come hug me right now"
+
Come up to me and get one of them out
+
'Cause you know all these niggas been countin' me out
+
Okay, okay
+
You gotta whisper my name
+
Yeah, hey
+
You gotta whisper my name
+
Yeah, hey
+
Yeah (whisper my name)
+
Yeah
+
Ayy, ayy
+
I'm doing my big one, you doing a little one
+
What kinda man are you? A middle one
+
Yeah, my brother said he want a blue Bim', I'ma get him one
+
My new ting don't know how I live, she shoppin' at Erewhon
+
My brother got no f*ck to give, he poppin' at everyone
+
This ain't fixable smoke when you see us, I'll sit in with Farrakhan, nigga
+
This shit like the bag that you bring on the plane, it's gon' carry on
+
Comic-Con is a massive annual convention in San Diego, California where fans gather and participate in cosplay.
These boys dress up and think that they somebody, shit is like Comic-Con
+
My YGs are fastin' and prayin', you lucky it's Ramadan
+
Otherwise, they would be posted outside like the Pentagon
+
You niggas be hittin' the 'net for some love, you a tennis ball
+
I take 500K down to dinner, I never could learn shit from none of y'all
+
Whisper my name and don't say it too loud
+
'Cause you gotta come here and you know I pop out
+
We turned up Coachella, had boys backin' down
+
And we might do the same if we touch Rolling Loud
+
If you my nigga, then say that, my nigga
+
Like, "What's up, my crodie? Come hug me right now"
+
Come up to me and get one of them out
+
'Cause you know all these niggas been countin' me out
+
Okay, okay (whisper my name like the ghost of me)
+
(Counted me out)
+
Okay, you gotta whisper my name
+
Yeah, hey (counted me out)
+
Okay, you gotta whisper my name
+
(Counted me out)
+
(Thought I was done for)
+
(Counted me out)
+
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English

Yeah
+
Hey, hey
+
Yeah
+
Drake is invoking "ashes to ashes' in the context of ICEMAN, an album framed entirely around resurrection.
Ash to ashes, dust to dust
+
The dustiest niggas been f*ckin' with us
+
Am I a GOAT? Well, probably not
+
I probably was, but you probably forgot
+
My white label had to go white label shit when he stepped out his body and finally got hot
+
Hand me the tools like I'm pickin' a lock
+
Me and white bitches been kissin' a lot
+
My honor comes from the shit that I do for the ones that I love, it's between 'em and I
+
Your honor comes to the court and he offers a plea deal so that you could cut off some time
+
Nowadays, y'all don't wan' put in no work
+
Y'all just wan' jump to the front of the line and hurry and run out the nine
+
These lines are likely directed at Playboi Carti, who goes by the nickname "Baby Boi."
Baby boy, please
+
"Lil bro" is The Weeknd -in a 2016 Beats 1 interview with Zane Lowe, he called Drake his big brother and how supportive he was of him.
I heard what you said to lil' bro about me
+
Yeah, and when you run into the Iceman, what you gon' do except freeze?
+
You not 'bout to squeeze, you not in the streets
+
I'm cuttin' niggas off at the knees, they ain't on standin' on business with me
+
If I'm lyin', I'm flyin' economy, give me a motherf*ckin' seat
+
If I'm lyin', I'm flyin' economy, I bet I know who I see
+
You know how I fly 'cause I land at the beach, when you land, you can see me
+
You whisper my name 'cause the way that it carry, you can't even speak
+
Yeah, you can't even speak
+
Whisper my name and don't say it too loud
+
'Cause you gotta come here and you know I pop out
+
We turnt up Coachella, had boys backin' down
+
And we might do the same if we touch Rolling Loud
+
If you my nigga, then say that, my nigga
+
Like, "What's up, my crodie? Come hug me right now"
+
Come up to me and get one of them out
+
'Cause you know all these niggas been countin' me out
+
Okay, okay
+
You gotta whisper my name
+
Yeah, hey
+
You gotta whisper my name
+
Yeah, hey
+
Yeah (whisper my name)
+
Yeah
+
Ayy, ayy
+
I'm doing my big one, you doing a little one
+
What kinda man are you? A middle one
+
Yeah, my brother said he want a blue Bim', I'ma get him one
+
My new ting don't know how I live, she shoppin' at Erewhon
+
My brother got no f*ck to give, he poppin' at everyone
+
This ain't fixable smoke when you see us, I'll sit in with Farrakhan, nigga
+
This shit like the bag that you bring on the plane, it's gon' carry on
+
Comic-Con is a massive annual convention in San Diego, California where fans gather and participate in cosplay.
These boys dress up and think that they somebody, shit is like Comic-Con
+
My YGs are fastin' and prayin', you lucky it's Ramadan
+
Otherwise, they would be posted outside like the Pentagon
+
You niggas be hittin' the 'net for some love, you a tennis ball
+
I take 500K down to dinner, I never could learn shit from none of y'all
+
Whisper my name and don't say it too loud
+
'Cause you gotta come here and you know I pop out
+
We turned up Coachella, had boys backin' down
+
And we might do the same if we touch Rolling Loud
+
If you my nigga, then say that, my nigga
+
Like, "What's up, my crodie? Come hug me right now"
+
Come up to me and get one of them out
+
'Cause you know all these niggas been countin' me out
+
Okay, okay (whisper my name like the ghost of me)
+
(Counted me out)
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Okay, you gotta whisper my name
+
Yeah, hey (counted me out)
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Okay, you gotta whisper my name
+
(Counted me out)
+
(Thought I was done for)
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(Counted me out)
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Writer: Aubrey Graham
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Janice STFU


Emiliana, it's been so long since you texted me
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I finally took a break and now I feel like I'm on ecstasy
+
You say what my work means to me will one day be the death of me
+
They tried to kill me once, but, darling, you just resurrected me
+
Reach me, baby
+
Call my phone and say you need me, baby
+
I'm so green, you gotta teach me, baby
+
From Vancouver, you a B.C. baby
+
Pull up Maybach, beep-beep, baby
+
And my shit came with the heat seats, baby
+
Swear my label gotta free me, baby
+
Blow on me just like some green tea, baby
+
Ayy, ayy
+
Ayy, buried alive, someone come dig me up
+
If I call up your shawty right now, she pickin' up, yeah
+
You boys got big off my name, that's big enough
+
We know how you OGs rockin' already, my nigga, the jig is up
+
They say the truth will set you free
+
Well, mine is gon' stream while you watch in HD
+
They say that karma could take an eternity
+
Yours is droppin' the same night as me
+
Funny thing is that they ain't gon' compete
+
You gon' get yours while I'm doin' me
+
You gon' get yours while I'm doin' me
+
(Ayy, Janice, shut the f*ck up)
+
Reach me, baby
+
Call my phone and say you need me, baby
+
Thought they had me in a deep sleep, baby
+
I'm still scorchin' hot in these streets, baby
+
Pull up Maybach, beep-beep, baby
+
And my shit came with the heat seats, baby
+
See-through shirt, I get a sneak peek, baby
+
Blow on me just like some green tea, baby
+
Ayy, ayy
+
Tired of all of y'all tellin' me niggas is real, pussy, I know when it's real
+
You only come home to pose and pop off a look, but you forgot how it feel
+
Chi-town, poppin' a pill, go on a drill, lookin' for someone to kill
+
White kids listen to you 'cause they feel some guilt
+
And that's how your soul gets fulfilled
+
Handin' out turkeys on camera inside of your hood
+
Then you go back to the hills
+
How many houses you build?
+
How many souls did you heal off the back of your deal?
+
Difference between niggas gettin' you out of your deal
+
And lettin' you out of your deal, damn
+
Against your will, how many new names do you got on your will? Damn
+
How many more times is y'all gon' keep callin' it soft when it's silk? Damn
+
How many more interviews y'all gonna do just to get Ice to chill? Damn
+
They tryna cover it up like a quilt
+
'Rari go skrrt on a boy like a kilt
+
Kept it a hundred on paper like Wilt
+
Trickin' it off on her, payin' her bill
+
That's just how I do the sauce and the spill
+
These hoes know how I pop it for real
+
These hoes know how I pop it for real, yeah
+
Yeah, yeah
+
I made way too much in a week
+
Must be 250 at least
+
Like the money just grew off a tree
+
Like the money just came in for free, for real, yeah
+
MRI machine scannin' my knee
+
Like how long you been runnin' the streets? For real, yeah
+
She just text me, like, "Oui, oui, oui, oui"
+
We in Paris like two hundred deep, for real
+
And I went bought a whip for my brother
+
Same body, but two different colors
+
And I might just tell Ky, "Get another"
+
Small price 'cause he kept it one hundred
+
And I might book a flight out to London
+
(Ayy, Janice, shut the f*ck up)
+
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Emiliana, it's been so long since you texted me
+
I finally took a break and now I feel like I'm on ecstasy
+
You say what my work means to me will one day be the death of me
+
They tried to kill me once, but, darling, you just resurrected me
+
Reach me, baby
+
Call my phone and say you need me, baby
+
I'm so green, you gotta teach me, baby
+
From Vancouver, you a B.C. baby
+
Pull up Maybach, beep-beep, baby
+
And my shit came with the heat seats, baby
+
Swear my label gotta free me, baby
+
Blow on me just like some green tea, baby
+
Ayy, ayy
+
Ayy, buried alive, someone come dig me up
+
If I call up your shawty right now, she pickin' up, yeah
+
You boys got big off my name, that's big enough
+
We know how you OGs rockin' already, my nigga, the jig is up
+
They say the truth will set you free
+
Well, mine is gon' stream while you watch in HD
+
They say that karma could take an eternity
+
Yours is droppin' the same night as me
+
Funny thing is that they ain't gon' compete
+
You gon' get yours while I'm doin' me
+
You gon' get yours while I'm doin' me
+
(Ayy, Janice, shut the f*ck up)
+
Reach me, baby
+
Call my phone and say you need me, baby
+
Thought they had me in a deep sleep, baby
+
I'm still scorchin' hot in these streets, baby
+
Pull up Maybach, beep-beep, baby
+
And my shit came with the heat seats, baby
+
See-through shirt, I get a sneak peek, baby
+
Blow on me just like some green tea, baby
+
Ayy, ayy
+
Tired of all of y'all tellin' me niggas is real, pussy, I know when it's real
+
You only come home to pose and pop off a look, but you forgot how it feel
+
Chi-town, poppin' a pill, go on a drill, lookin' for someone to kill
+
White kids listen to you 'cause they feel some guilt
+
And that's how your soul gets fulfilled
+
Handin' out turkeys on camera inside of your hood
+
Then you go back to the hills
+
How many houses you build?
+
How many souls did you heal off the back of your deal?
+
Difference between niggas gettin' you out of your deal
+
And lettin' you out of your deal, damn
+
Against your will, how many new names do you got on your will? Damn
+
How many more times is y'all gon' keep callin' it soft when it's silk? Damn
+
How many more interviews y'all gonna do just to get Ice to chill? Damn
+
They tryna cover it up like a quilt
+
'Rari go skrrt on a boy like a kilt
+
Kept it a hundred on paper like Wilt
+
Trickin' it off on her, payin' her bill
+
That's just how I do the sauce and the spill
+
These hoes know how I pop it for real
+
These hoes know how I pop it for real, yeah
+
Yeah, yeah
+
I made way too much in a week
+
Must be 250 at least
+
Like the money just grew off a tree
+
Like the money just came in for free, for real, yeah
+
MRI machine scannin' my knee
+
Like how long you been runnin' the streets? For real, yeah
+
She just text me, like, "Oui, oui, oui, oui"
+
We in Paris like two hundred deep, for real
+
And I went bought a whip for my brother
+
Same body, but two different colors
+
And I might just tell Ky, "Get another"
+
Small price 'cause he kept it one hundred
+
And I might book a flight out to London
+
(Ayy, Janice, shut the f*ck up)
+
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Writer: Aubrey Graham
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Ran To Atlanta


[ Featuring Future, Molly Santana ]

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[Part I]
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You know what I'm sayin', yeah
+
Freebandz is a record label based in Atlanta, Georgia. It was founded by Future after he signed a major-label deal with Epic Records in September 2011.
Freebandz turn shit up again
+
Whatever it gon' take to get lil' bro out the can
+
Cuttin' ties with all my friends
+
Ho went down that road, I can't go again
+
F*ck boy, rrt, know what I'm sayin'? Ski
+
Stood on that business, girl, you know what I'm sayin'? Yeah
+
Atlanta nigga, twin, know what I'm sayin'? Yeah
+
Ayy, say, twin
+
Know what I'm sayin'?
+
Outsiders back to what it was, you know what I'm sayin'?
+
Atlanta'll tell you 'bout my run, you know what I'm sayin'?
+
Reference to Big Bank, a legendary Atlanta street figure from Edgewood in Zone 6 East Atlanta and founder of Duct Tape Entertainment. He is also the host of the wildly popular new podcast 'Perspektives' with Bank and one third of the 'Big Facts' podcast with DJ Scream and Baby Jade.
Ask Pluto, Bank, or 21, you know what I'm sayin'?
+
I done put up half, what's done is done, you know what I'm sayin'?
+
Two cars in the back, two in the front, you know what I'm sayin'?
+
They so down for me, gotta punt, you understand?
+
Understand, understand, understand, understand, under-
+
On this line, Drake is using a dual-layered reference to celebrate a high-profile reunion with one of his most frequent and successful collaborators, Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn-better known to the world as Future (who often goes by the alter-ego Future Hendrix). The line operates on two distinct levels: a nod to hip-hop royalty and a historical reference to rock music history.
Me and Hendrix back by popular demand (Yeah)
+
Got a three-ticket Richie on my hand (Okay)
+
I went St. John the Baptist on the Lam' (Uh-huh)
+
I went Laurie Lynn Stark on my pants (Mm)
+
And I'm quick to turn a hater into a fan
+
Niggas standin' ten toes on quicksand
+
If they could've been, they would've been, but they can't
+
Embarrassment the only thing I'm gettin' secondhand (Hahaha)
+
It cost a lot for that Mercedes stretch sedan
+
"Astaghfirullah" (استغفر الله) is a common Arabic phrase that translates to "I seek forgiveness in God." It's frequently used by Muslims as an exclamation of shock, disapproval, or repentance when witnessing something sinful or morally wrong.
The Taliban is a militant organization that currently rules Afghanistan. Drake, however, uses the name to refer to Future, a self-identified member of the "Freeband Taliban."
She said, "Astaghfirullah," because I'm back with Taliban (Uh-huh)
+
Come right now, bring a friend for my friend (Uh-huh)
+
Come right now, bring a friend for my friend
+
Know what I'm sayin'?
+
Outsiders back to what it was, you know what I'm sayin'?
+
Atlanta'll tell you 'bout my run, you know what I'm sayin'?
+
Ask Pluto, Bank, or 21, you know what I'm sayin'?
+
I done put up half, what's done is done, you know what I'm sayin'?
+
Two cars in the back, two in the front, you know what I'm sayin'?
+
They so down for me, gotta punt, you understand?
+
Understand, understand, understand, understand, under-
+
[Part II]
+
I just f*cked a milli' off on some fine shit (What else?)
+
I just f*cked a milli' off on some fine shit (What else?)
+
I flew forty bitches out on some fried shit (What else?)
+
Ran five hundred milli' up on some burnt shit (Yeah)
+
Can't even tell you what day it is, I been in Turks so long, I love it here (Yeah)
+
Can't even tell you what day it is, I'm on so many pills, I don't how I made it here (Yeah)
+
Can't even tell which drug I'm on, soon as I say it, then niggas, they claimin' it (Yeah)
+
Can't even tell you what day it is, can't even tell you where bitches be stayin' at (Yeah)
+
Can't even tell you what day it is, she pull it right out her purse and she play in it
+
Nut on the sheet, then she lay in it, bought a condo up the street and she stay in it
+
Bring all the freaks to France and skrrt in the Sprinter, they wanna play Molly Santana (They do)
+
Used to cook Hannah Montan', the way we movin' boxes, you would think we went hand-to-hand
+
I just ran a milli' up on some slime shit (What else?)
+
I just f*cked they feelings up on some pride shit (What else?)
+
I just f*cked Chanelly up on some live shit (What else?)
+
Molly Santana gon' make 'em rewind it (What else?)
+
Diamonds on diamonds and hammers on hammers
+
I'm a big shark while these hoes is piranhas (Okay)
+
Talkin' 'bout billions, he talkin' on camera
+
Think he a threat? He ain't nothin' but a runner (That's facts)
+
Molly Santana is an underground cult hero who may be becoming a new superstar pop-culture figure like Hannah Montana.
Molly Santana new Hannah Montana
+
Molly Santana new Hannah Montana (Yeah)
+
Molly Santana new Hannah Montana
+
Molly Santana new Hannah Montana
+
Yeah
+
Iceman turnt
+
Iceman turnt, Iceman turnt
+
Iceman turnt, what else? Iceman turnt, what else?
+
Iceman turnt, what else? Iceman turnt
+
Iceman turnt
+
Iceman turnt like we knew that knew the tables would
+
Iceman back outside for the greater good
+
F*ck you, pussy, but shout out your neighborhood, uh
+
I get mentioned a lot by a bunch of people that I wish I never met, ayy
+
We sharin' women that I already f*cked at the height of my success, ayy
+
All you pussy boys losin' it and you need to take meds, hey
+
When I tell you dip 'cause it's Ice time, bitch, it ain't the fake fans, hey
+
Iceman turnt, what else? Iceman turnt, what else?
+
Iceman turnt, what else? Iceman turnt
+
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English

[Part I]
+
You know what I'm sayin', yeah
+
Freebandz is a record label based in Atlanta, Georgia. It was founded by Future after he signed a major-label deal with Epic Records in September 2011.
Freebandz turn shit up again
+
Whatever it gon' take to get lil' bro out the can
+
Cuttin' ties with all my friends
+
Ho went down that road, I can't go again
+
F*ck boy, rrt, know what I'm sayin'? Ski
+
Stood on that business, girl, you know what I'm sayin'? Yeah
+
Atlanta nigga, twin, know what I'm sayin'? Yeah
+
Ayy, say, twin
+
Know what I'm sayin'?
+
Outsiders back to what it was, you know what I'm sayin'?
+
Atlanta'll tell you 'bout my run, you know what I'm sayin'?
+
Reference to Big Bank, a legendary Atlanta street figure from Edgewood in Zone 6 East Atlanta and founder of Duct Tape Entertainment. He is also the host of the wildly popular new podcast 'Perspektives' with Bank and one third of the 'Big Facts' podcast with DJ Scream and Baby Jade.
Ask Pluto, Bank, or 21, you know what I'm sayin'?
+
I done put up half, what's done is done, you know what I'm sayin'?
+
Two cars in the back, two in the front, you know what I'm sayin'?
+
They so down for me, gotta punt, you understand?
+
Understand, understand, understand, understand, under-
+
On this line, Drake is using a dual-layered reference to celebrate a high-profile reunion with one of his most frequent and successful collaborators, Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn-better known to the world as Future (who often goes by the alter-ego Future Hendrix). The line operates on two distinct levels: a nod to hip-hop royalty and a historical reference to rock music history.
Me and Hendrix back by popular demand (Yeah)
+
Got a three-ticket Richie on my hand (Okay)
+
I went St. John the Baptist on the Lam' (Uh-huh)
+
I went Laurie Lynn Stark on my pants (Mm)
+
And I'm quick to turn a hater into a fan
+
Niggas standin' ten toes on quicksand
+
If they could've been, they would've been, but they can't
+
Embarrassment the only thing I'm gettin' secondhand (Hahaha)
+
It cost a lot for that Mercedes stretch sedan
+
"Astaghfirullah" (استغفر الله) is a common Arabic phrase that translates to "I seek forgiveness in God." It's frequently used by Muslims as an exclamation of shock, disapproval, or repentance when witnessing something sinful or morally wrong.
The Taliban is a militant organization that currently rules Afghanistan. Drake, however, uses the name to refer to Future, a self-identified member of the "Freeband Taliban."
She said, "Astaghfirullah," because I'm back with Taliban (Uh-huh)
+
Come right now, bring a friend for my friend (Uh-huh)
+
Come right now, bring a friend for my friend
+
Know what I'm sayin'?
+
Outsiders back to what it was, you know what I'm sayin'?
+
Atlanta'll tell you 'bout my run, you know what I'm sayin'?
+
Ask Pluto, Bank, or 21, you know what I'm sayin'?
+
I done put up half, what's done is done, you know what I'm sayin'?
+
Two cars in the back, two in the front, you know what I'm sayin'?
+
They so down for me, gotta punt, you understand?
+
Understand, understand, understand, understand, under-
+
[Part II]
+
I just f*cked a milli' off on some fine shit (What else?)
+
I just f*cked a milli' off on some fine shit (What else?)
+
I flew forty bitches out on some fried shit (What else?)
+
Ran five hundred milli' up on some burnt shit (Yeah)
+
Can't even tell you what day it is, I been in Turks so long, I love it here (Yeah)
+
Can't even tell you what day it is, I'm on so many pills, I don't how I made it here (Yeah)
+
Can't even tell which drug I'm on, soon as I say it, then niggas, they claimin' it (Yeah)
+
Can't even tell you what day it is, can't even tell you where bitches be stayin' at (Yeah)
+
Can't even tell you what day it is, she pull it right out her purse and she play in it
+
Nut on the sheet, then she lay in it, bought a condo up the street and she stay in it
+
Bring all the freaks to France and skrrt in the Sprinter, they wanna play Molly Santana (They do)
+
Used to cook Hannah Montan', the way we movin' boxes, you would think we went hand-to-hand
+
I just ran a milli' up on some slime shit (What else?)
+
I just f*cked they feelings up on some pride shit (What else?)
+
I just f*cked Chanelly up on some live shit (What else?)
+
Molly Santana gon' make 'em rewind it (What else?)
+
Diamonds on diamonds and hammers on hammers
+
I'm a big shark while these hoes is piranhas (Okay)
+
Talkin' 'bout billions, he talkin' on camera
+
Think he a threat? He ain't nothin' but a runner (That's facts)
+
Molly Santana is an underground cult hero who may be becoming a new superstar pop-culture figure like Hannah Montana.
Molly Santana new Hannah Montana
+
Molly Santana new Hannah Montana (Yeah)
+
Molly Santana new Hannah Montana
+
Molly Santana new Hannah Montana
+
Yeah
+
Iceman turnt
+
Iceman turnt, Iceman turnt
+
Iceman turnt, what else? Iceman turnt, what else?
+
Iceman turnt, what else? Iceman turnt
+
Iceman turnt
+
Iceman turnt like we knew that knew the tables would
+
Iceman back outside for the greater good
+
F*ck you, pussy, but shout out your neighborhood, uh
+
I get mentioned a lot by a bunch of people that I wish I never met, ayy
+
We sharin' women that I already f*cked at the height of my success, ayy
+
All you pussy boys losin' it and you need to take meds, hey
+
When I tell you dip 'cause it's Ice time, bitch, it ain't the fake fans, hey
+
Iceman turnt, what else? Iceman turnt, what else?
+
Iceman turnt, what else? Iceman turnt
+
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Writer: Aubrey Graham, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Shabang


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Yeah, Ice
+
Yeah
+
Maneesh Bidaye is a Canadian record producer, songwriter, and multi-instrumentalist from Toronto.
Maneesh on the beat, shabang (woo)
+
All of my opps, they dead
+
Why do they gas me up?
+
Where does it go? My head (mama)
+
This is a nod to 21 Savage and his December 2018 song, a lot.
How much I got? A lot
+
Don't leave again, I won't
+
The song reference is R&B artist Bryson Tiller and his May 2015 hit single Don't.
Thinkin' of tryin' me, do like Bryson, pussy-ass nigga, then don't
+
Can I forgive? I can't
+
What do I need? Some head
+
Shorty keep askin' the date
+
Polymarket is a prediction market platform where users trade on the outcomes of real-world events.
She tryna finesse Polymarket for bread (bando)
+
Where is the beef? It's cooked
+
Where is the boy? He's booked (skrrt, skrrt)
+
Don't even recognize none of these names at the top of the charts, I looked (huh?)
+
Am I upset? A bit
+
Last one you dropped was shit
+
I did press play on that ho
+
Mid, mid, mid, skip, skip
+
What should I take? A trip (gone)
+
Who should I take? His bitch
+
Tennis lessons with a Nike skirt on and her ass poppin' out, you're sick (she bad)
+
Where is the GOAT? They need one
+
The mirror's right here, I see one
+
My nigga don't know how to pay me back, so he said next hat he catch is a free one (grrah)
+
What kinda clip? Extendo
+
What kinda switch? Not Nintendo
+
Y'all hangin' out with friends, though
+
They hangin' out the window (baow)
+
What's up with gang? We back
+
What's in my raps? It's facts
+
She said she miss me, all caps
+
Gotta aim better than that
+
What's up with life? It's lit
+
But I know it get better than that
+
I know it get better than that
+
I know it get better than that
+
Maneesh on the beat, shabang (woo)
+
All of my opps, they dead
+
Why do they gas me up?
+
Where does it go? My head (Migo)
+
How much I got? A lot
+
Don't leave again, I won't
+
Thinkin' of tryin' me, do like Bryson, pussy-ass nigga, then-
+
Don't
+
40, what's up? Shabang (uh)
+
All my opps, they dess
+
What am I now? Possessed
+
How do I feel, though? Refreshed (woo)
+
Secrets I know got you stressed
+
Will I take those to my death? (What?)
+
Haven't decided just yet, ayy, yeah
+
40, what's up? Shabang (uh)
+
In popular Toronto slang, "dess" usually means undesirable, unattractive, embarrassing, lame, or low quality depending on context.
All of my opps, they dess
+
Please don't put me to the test (what?)
+
They tryna get back on the -net
+
I'm tryna get back in the flesh (woo)
+
Yeah
+
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Yeah, Ice
+
Yeah
+
Maneesh Bidaye is a Canadian record producer, songwriter, and multi-instrumentalist from Toronto.
Maneesh on the beat, shabang (woo)
+
All of my opps, they dead
+
Why do they gas me up?
+
Where does it go? My head (mama)
+
This is a nod to 21 Savage and his December 2018 song, a lot.
How much I got? A lot
+
Don't leave again, I won't
+
The song reference is R&B artist Bryson Tiller and his May 2015 hit single Don't.
Thinkin' of tryin' me, do like Bryson, pussy-ass nigga, then don't
+
Can I forgive? I can't
+
What do I need? Some head
+
Shorty keep askin' the date
+
Polymarket is a prediction market platform where users trade on the outcomes of real-world events.
She tryna finesse Polymarket for bread (bando)
+
Where is the beef? It's cooked
+
Where is the boy? He's booked (skrrt, skrrt)
+
Don't even recognize none of these names at the top of the charts, I looked (huh?)
+
Am I upset? A bit
+
Last one you dropped was shit
+
I did press play on that ho
+
Mid, mid, mid, skip, skip
+
What should I take? A trip (gone)
+
Who should I take? His bitch
+
Tennis lessons with a Nike skirt on and her ass poppin' out, you're sick (she bad)
+
Where is the GOAT? They need one
+
The mirror's right here, I see one
+
My nigga don't know how to pay me back, so he said next hat he catch is a free one (grrah)
+
What kinda clip? Extendo
+
What kinda switch? Not Nintendo
+
Y'all hangin' out with friends, though
+
They hangin' out the window (baow)
+
What's up with gang? We back
+
What's in my raps? It's facts
+
She said she miss me, all caps
+
Gotta aim better than that
+
What's up with life? It's lit
+
But I know it get better than that
+
I know it get better than that
+
I know it get better than that
+
Maneesh on the beat, shabang (woo)
+
All of my opps, they dead
+
Why do they gas me up?
+
Where does it go? My head (Migo)
+
How much I got? A lot
+
Don't leave again, I won't
+
Thinkin' of tryin' me, do like Bryson, pussy-ass nigga, then-
+
Don't
+
40, what's up? Shabang (uh)
+
All my opps, they dess
+
What am I now? Possessed
+
How do I feel, though? Refreshed (woo)
+
Secrets I know got you stressed
+
Will I take those to my death? (What?)
+
Haven't decided just yet, ayy, yeah
+
40, what's up? Shabang (uh)
+
In popular Toronto slang, "dess" usually means undesirable, unattractive, embarrassing, lame, or low quality depending on context.
All of my opps, they dess
+
Please don't put me to the test (what?)
+
They tryna get back on the -net
+
I'm tryna get back in the flesh (woo)
+
Yeah
+
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Writer: Aubrey Graham
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Make Them Pay


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Free
+
Free (yeah)
+
Free
+
The track is built over a sample of Deniece Williams' 1976 soul hit Free.
I just wanna be free
+
I just wanna be free (free, yeah)
+
Free
+
Free
+
I just wanna be free
+
Yeah, look
+
Located on the southwestern coast of The Bahamas' New Providence Island, Albany Marina is a premier mega-yacht facility.
Albany Marina, they done served us a 100 subpoenas
+
I done got my shit inside arenas like Gilbert Arenas
+
I remember lobster ravioli up at Serafina
+
I was in a dream hotel before I was in the loop like a carabiner, yeah
+
And shout to all the sweet tings from Wilhelmina
+
Who tell me at the white party, "Drake, I love the album, man
+
Well, I mean, you're kinda genius"
+
And like Dipset, they really mean it, yeah
+
I need compliments 'cause
+
Lately, it's just falling-outs and disagreements, industry is really evil
+
And I faced the way they paint me, but it hurts just like the Philly Eagles
+
LA love the sound, I could play a show for a million people
+
Don't be surprised, you see the whole YM in CA just like The Village People
+
These niggas measurin' they dick size in millimeters
+
I rack up a tab in Chanel 'cause I do buy everything like I'm Middle Eastern
+
But I realize it's gotta get a little deeper
+
Other than me talking 'bout the way I'm flippin' dough like Little Caesars
+
I'm tryna catch one of you boys stargazin' in the field like little leaguers, yeah
+
And ain't no passes for you Crip walkin', all of that diss talkin', kiddo, beat it
+
I'm supposed to be my brother's keeper, so don't make us hit another buzzer beater
+
And don't be suddenly eager to hit me up and have no discussions either
+
Now you gotta plan a meeting with me just like the Russian leader
+
And shake my f*ckin' hand in front of other people
+
Yeah, f*ck the chatter
+
Since 2009, as I climb the ladder
+
They envy me like Nevada, but it never mattered
+
My niggas run the phone soon as you check into prison
+
Your niggas run and talk to Hov for a second opinion
+
Me, I stood 10 T's and accepted the mission
+
'Cause I'd much rather death than submission
+
How can you press the ignition and let some memories of the past affect your decision?
+
I love you 'cause of the history, but if we bein' real, I could never forgive you
+
And you never called me back, but destiny's written, for real
+
F*ck a big three anyway, there was too many chefs in the kitchen
+
It was a mess to begin with, yeah
+
And now they got a new GOAT and we gotta test the position
+
Damn, who is this guy for real? I guess a magician
+
Hundred million streams vanished, no one got questions for niggas
+
Well, maybe I'm best as the villain
+
This could be a dig at Kanye West. In 2025, Kanye claimed he was a billionaire again, estimating his net worth to be $2.77 billion. However, as of May 2026, Forbes still had him listed at $400 million.
'Cause I got real numbers on niggas who said they got billions
+
I got all the chains that they ever repped in Virginia
+
I got niggas' prized possessions, I get possessive on niggas
+
I am pressin' everything, I'll get impressive on niggas
+
I got problems with people who I would've never dreamed
+
And that's draggin' people in who don't wanna get in between
+
Dog, I was aidin' Ross with streams before Adin Ross had ever streamed
+
And, Khaled, you know what I mean
+
The beef was fully live, you went halal and got on your deen
+
And your people are still waitin' for a free Palestine
+
But apparently everything isn't black and white and red and green, damn
+
I'm seein' everyone's true colors, for real, I'm sensin' a theme
+
I'm greater than everybody like some shredded cheese
+
I was in Hazelton at the One before I was in the loop like a set of keys
+
Shout out to Cherokee D and Skyy Black
+
'Cause they was at my birthday when I was searchin' big-booty ebonies, jeez
+
Now the penthouse in Bahamas is right next to Jordan like I'm Lebanese
+
And apparently niggas' souls is for sale like the Seven Seas
+
I gave you everything you ever need
+
But let me find out the Amex the only ones that credit me
+
For makin' y'all everything you could never be
+
My sixth sense is kickin' in 'cause all I hear is people that are dead to me
+
And that's why I'm turnin' on my read receipts
+
To let you know that everything that's said to me will forever be stored in my memory
+
I'm better off independent, they should let him leave, yeah
+
'Cause I just wanna be free
+
Free, free, free
+
Free
+
I just wanna be free, free, free
+
Free (free, free)
+
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Free
+
Free (yeah)
+
Free
+
The track is built over a sample of Deniece Williams' 1976 soul hit Free.
I just wanna be free
+
I just wanna be free (free, yeah)
+
Free
+
Free
+
I just wanna be free
+
Yeah, look
+
Located on the southwestern coast of The Bahamas' New Providence Island, Albany Marina is a premier mega-yacht facility.
Albany Marina, they done served us a 100 subpoenas
+
I done got my shit inside arenas like Gilbert Arenas
+
I remember lobster ravioli up at Serafina
+
I was in a dream hotel before I was in the loop like a carabiner, yeah
+
And shout to all the sweet tings from Wilhelmina
+
Who tell me at the white party, "Drake, I love the album, man
+
Well, I mean, you're kinda genius"
+
And like Dipset, they really mean it, yeah
+
I need compliments 'cause
+
Lately, it's just falling-outs and disagreements, industry is really evil
+
And I faced the way they paint me, but it hurts just like the Philly Eagles
+
LA love the sound, I could play a show for a million people
+
Don't be surprised, you see the whole YM in CA just like The Village People
+
These niggas measurin' they dick size in millimeters
+
I rack up a tab in Chanel 'cause I do buy everything like I'm Middle Eastern
+
But I realize it's gotta get a little deeper
+
Other than me talking 'bout the way I'm flippin' dough like Little Caesars
+
I'm tryna catch one of you boys stargazin' in the field like little leaguers, yeah
+
And ain't no passes for you Crip walkin', all of that diss talkin', kiddo, beat it
+
I'm supposed to be my brother's keeper, so don't make us hit another buzzer beater
+
And don't be suddenly eager to hit me up and have no discussions either
+
Now you gotta plan a meeting with me just like the Russian leader
+
And shake my f*ckin' hand in front of other people
+
Yeah, f*ck the chatter
+
Since 2009, as I climb the ladder
+
They envy me like Nevada, but it never mattered
+
My niggas run the phone soon as you check into prison
+
Your niggas run and talk to Hov for a second opinion
+
Me, I stood 10 T's and accepted the mission
+
'Cause I'd much rather death than submission
+
How can you press the ignition and let some memories of the past affect your decision?
+
I love you 'cause of the history, but if we bein' real, I could never forgive you
+
And you never called me back, but destiny's written, for real
+
F*ck a big three anyway, there was too many chefs in the kitchen
+
It was a mess to begin with, yeah
+
And now they got a new GOAT and we gotta test the position
+
Damn, who is this guy for real? I guess a magician
+
Hundred million streams vanished, no one got questions for niggas
+
Well, maybe I'm best as the villain
+
This could be a dig at Kanye West. In 2025, Kanye claimed he was a billionaire again, estimating his net worth to be $2.77 billion. However, as of May 2026, Forbes still had him listed at $400 million.
'Cause I got real numbers on niggas who said they got billions
+
I got all the chains that they ever repped in Virginia
+
I got niggas' prized possessions, I get possessive on niggas
+
I am pressin' everything, I'll get impressive on niggas
+
I got problems with people who I would've never dreamed
+
And that's draggin' people in who don't wanna get in between
+
Dog, I was aidin' Ross with streams before Adin Ross had ever streamed
+
And, Khaled, you know what I mean
+
The beef was fully live, you went halal and got on your deen
+
And your people are still waitin' for a free Palestine
+
But apparently everything isn't black and white and red and green, damn
+
I'm seein' everyone's true colors, for real, I'm sensin' a theme
+
I'm greater than everybody like some shredded cheese
+
I was in Hazelton at the One before I was in the loop like a set of keys
+
Shout out to Cherokee D and Skyy Black
+
'Cause they was at my birthday when I was searchin' big-booty ebonies, jeez
+
Now the penthouse in Bahamas is right next to Jordan like I'm Lebanese
+
And apparently niggas' souls is for sale like the Seven Seas
+
I gave you everything you ever need
+
But let me find out the Amex the only ones that credit me
+
For makin' y'all everything you could never be
+
My sixth sense is kickin' in 'cause all I hear is people that are dead to me
+
And that's why I'm turnin' on my read receipts
+
To let you know that everything that's said to me will forever be stored in my memory
+
I'm better off independent, they should let him leave, yeah
+
'Cause I just wanna be free
+
Free, free, free
+
Free
+
I just wanna be free, free, free
+
Free (free, free)
+
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Writer: Aubrey Graham
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Burning Bridges


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Burning, burning
+
Burning bridges is okay
+
I'd rather take the long way
+
Ayy
+
I'd rather take the long way
+
Yeah
+
Yeah
+
Drake is spilling the tea on why things never fully worked out between him and Rihanna, two people who were romantically linked on and off for the better part of a decade.
I swear I could cry when I see your face
+
I'm way too in love just to let you walk away
+
I know it's your dream to start a family in LA
+
They love me too much here, I cannot relocate
+
I just can't move away
+
I can't leave my brothers in the trenches, gotta lead the way, yeah
+
I cannot relocate
+
Just even the thought to turn my back on them is not okay
+
I cannot relocate
+
We just gotta post up here, I promise things will be okay
+
'Cause I love you, bae
+
Damn, but they love me too much here, I cannot
+
Yeah, damn
+
I put you niggas through the ringer, yeah
+
You gettin' bodied by a singin' nigga, yeah
+
I'm with Noel like I'm Kris Kringle, yeah
+
Your baby mama ain't even post your single, damn
+
Where she at? Yeah, where she at?
+
Your baby mama ain't even post your single, yeah
+
I'm off a Quay, it make my body tingle (yeah)
+
Look in the mirror, see where talkin' get you, yeah
+
You should be swimmin' with the f*ckin' fishes
+
But I still got love for your missus and her sister
+
So I told Capo we can't burn them bridges, yeah
+
You saw my brother, you was tryna fix it
+
Now you drop your album and you back dissin', yeah
+
We G-block babies, we are not musicians
+
My niggas didn't have a pot to piss in
+
Now they drop the top so much, they got a drop addiction
+
Capo got so many watches, he might clock a nigga
+
Capo got so many watches, he need supervision
+
Why you walkin' 'round the facts like you're superstitious?
+
Damn, damn, damn
+
I put you niggas through the ringer, yeah
+
You gettin' bodied by a singin' nigga, yeah
+
I'm with Noel like I'm Kris Kringle, yeah
+
Your baby mama ain't even post your single, damn
+
Where she at? Yeah, where she at?
+
Your baby mama ain't even post your single, yeah
+
I'm off a Quay, it make my body tingle
+
Tables turn, tables turn, bridges burn, bridges burn
+
Lord, forgive me (Lord, forgive me), it's my turn
+
Tables turn, tables turn, bridges burn, bridges burn
+
Lord, forgive me (Lord, forgive me)
+
Yeah, your baby mama ain't even post your single, damn
+
Where she at? Yeah, where she at?
+
Your baby mama ain't even post your single, yeah
+
I'm off a Quay, it make my body tingle
+
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English

Burning, burning
+
Burning bridges is okay
+
I'd rather take the long way
+
Ayy
+
I'd rather take the long way
+
Yeah
+
Yeah
+
Drake is spilling the tea on why things never fully worked out between him and Rihanna, two people who were romantically linked on and off for the better part of a decade.
I swear I could cry when I see your face
+
I'm way too in love just to let you walk away
+
I know it's your dream to start a family in LA
+
They love me too much here, I cannot relocate
+
I just can't move away
+
I can't leave my brothers in the trenches, gotta lead the way, yeah
+
I cannot relocate
+
Just even the thought to turn my back on them is not okay
+
I cannot relocate
+
We just gotta post up here, I promise things will be okay
+
'Cause I love you, bae
+
Damn, but they love me too much here, I cannot
+
Yeah, damn
+
I put you niggas through the ringer, yeah
+
You gettin' bodied by a singin' nigga, yeah
+
I'm with Noel like I'm Kris Kringle, yeah
+
Your baby mama ain't even post your single, damn
+
Where she at? Yeah, where she at?
+
Your baby mama ain't even post your single, yeah
+
I'm off a Quay, it make my body tingle (yeah)
+
Look in the mirror, see where talkin' get you, yeah
+
You should be swimmin' with the f*ckin' fishes
+
But I still got love for your missus and her sister
+
So I told Capo we can't burn them bridges, yeah
+
You saw my brother, you was tryna fix it
+
Now you drop your album and you back dissin', yeah
+
We G-block babies, we are not musicians
+
My niggas didn't have a pot to piss in
+
Now they drop the top so much, they got a drop addiction
+
Capo got so many watches, he might clock a nigga
+
Capo got so many watches, he need supervision
+
Why you walkin' 'round the facts like you're superstitious?
+
Damn, damn, damn
+
I put you niggas through the ringer, yeah
+
You gettin' bodied by a singin' nigga, yeah
+
I'm with Noel like I'm Kris Kringle, yeah
+
Your baby mama ain't even post your single, damn
+
Where she at? Yeah, where she at?
+
Your baby mama ain't even post your single, yeah
+
I'm off a Quay, it make my body tingle
+
Tables turn, tables turn, bridges burn, bridges burn
+
Lord, forgive me (Lord, forgive me), it's my turn
+
Tables turn, tables turn, bridges burn, bridges burn
+
Lord, forgive me (Lord, forgive me)
+
Yeah, your baby mama ain't even post your single, damn
+
Where she at? Yeah, where she at?
+
Your baby mama ain't even post your single, yeah
+
I'm off a Quay, it make my body tingle
+
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Aubrey Graham
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




National Treasures


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[Part I]
+
Yeah
+
For the city, though
+
Yeah
+
The "tower" Drake is talking about is the CN Tower in Toronto, one of Canada's most iconic landmarks. During ICEMAN Episode 4, his fourth and final pre-release livestream, Drake "froze" the CN Tower using a massive projection-mapping stunt powered by 75 projectors.
They gotta light the tower up for this
+
Yeah
+
Okay
+
"The 6ix" is a nickname for Toronto, which comes from the 416 and 647 area codes in the city.
Out in the 6, I'm a national treasure
+
The niggas that back me gon' back me forever
+
R.I.P. Kobe, but y'all niggas brokie
+
That's probably why y'all be shackin' together
+
Capo and Lita got habits together
+
Like couples vacation, they packin' together
+
Like rushin' to finish, they'll slap it together
+
The charge is like COVID, they'll catch it together
+
They hate me so much, it's a sickenin' thing
+
They must've heard wrong on the call
+
I sent 'em a sack 'cause I wanted you shipped to the king
+
When you was a part of the team
+
We used to be plannin' our Mexico trip in the spring
+
We must've been dealin' the spur of the moment
+
'Cause why did we think you could get us a ring?
+
They braggin' 'bout how you went home, the f*ck are they on?
+
Crodie, we threw 'em away
+
G Pop sent us a real one from Daygo
+
And next thing we knew, we was doin' parades
+
F*ck, all you pussy, man, who could relate?
+
Might just go take me a walk by the sea
+
They diss on the boy 'til they blue in the face
+
"blue in the safe" are $100 bills. These bills specifically feature a light blue tint across Benjamin Franklin's face-it entered circulation in October 2013.
I put all the faces that's blue in the safe
+
Really can't find me the words
+
You niggas is birds, I wish that I knew what to say
+
Move to your block, I don't see your face
+
Your first time back since back in the day
+
First time lit since back in the day
+
We needed that chip since back in the day
+
And my mind on the money, I'm rackin' my brain
+
And none of you pussies is actin' the same
+
Yeah, none of you **** is actin' the same
+
None of you **** is actin' the same
+
Mind on my money, I'm rackin' my brain
+
Go to the hotel right after your game
+
I'm comin' to your show and get back on the plane
+
But don't stick around in the 6
+
Don't stick around in the 6
+
[Part II]
+
Ayy
+
Yeah (O- )
+
Boy gotta dip out the 6, run out the 6, just like you did (Okay)
+
Why was TPS at my crib until you boys slid? It is what it is (O- )
+
Check signin' is my kink, pushin' out ink, I feel like a squid (Okay)
+
I would probably need a YouTube search just for me to do a laundry load (O- )
+
Alex Moss tryna bring me back a hundred years from now, he got my body froze (Okay)
+
All these niggas want a head tap, I did more damage off a body blow (O- )
+
I can't hit you off the iPhone shit, let me hit you off the lobby phone (Okay)
+
Niggas gotta be around here, don't swivel 'cause we are not alone (O- )
+
Niggas gotta be around ice, on the same shit, like we monotone (Okay)
+
Niggas gotta be around ice with the sticks, I'm like a hockey coach (O- )
+
Niggas better have a bag with a pipe like they came from a- (Okay)
+
What? Bag with a pipe like they came from a Scottish home (O- )
+
Damn, way niggas talkin' 'bout ice, must be a sale on microphone (Okay)
+
How you niggas go from askin' for some tickets? Now you niggas tryna stop the show (O- )
+
Ironic 'cause the Iceman was a nice man, now I'm hot and cold (Okay)
+
Boy gotta dip out the 6, run out the 6, just like you did
+
Why was TPS at my crib until you boys slid? It is what it is (O- )
+
Check signin' is my kink, pushin' out ink, I feel like a squid (Okay)
+
O-
+
Okay
+
O-
+
Okay
+
O-
+
Okay
+
O-
+
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English

[Part I]
+
Yeah
+
For the city, though
+
Yeah
+
The "tower" Drake is talking about is the CN Tower in Toronto, one of Canada's most iconic landmarks. During ICEMAN Episode 4, his fourth and final pre-release livestream, Drake "froze" the CN Tower using a massive projection-mapping stunt powered by 75 projectors.
They gotta light the tower up for this
+
Yeah
+
Okay
+
"The 6ix" is a nickname for Toronto, which comes from the 416 and 647 area codes in the city.
Out in the 6, I'm a national treasure
+
The niggas that back me gon' back me forever
+
R.I.P. Kobe, but y'all niggas brokie
+
That's probably why y'all be shackin' together
+
Capo and Lita got habits together
+
Like couples vacation, they packin' together
+
Like rushin' to finish, they'll slap it together
+
The charge is like COVID, they'll catch it together
+
They hate me so much, it's a sickenin' thing
+
They must've heard wrong on the call
+
I sent 'em a sack 'cause I wanted you shipped to the king
+
When you was a part of the team
+
We used to be plannin' our Mexico trip in the spring
+
We must've been dealin' the spur of the moment
+
'Cause why did we think you could get us a ring?
+
They braggin' 'bout how you went home, the f*ck are they on?
+
Crodie, we threw 'em away
+
G Pop sent us a real one from Daygo
+
And next thing we knew, we was doin' parades
+
F*ck, all you pussy, man, who could relate?
+
Might just go take me a walk by the sea
+
They diss on the boy 'til they blue in the face
+
"blue in the safe" are $100 bills. These bills specifically feature a light blue tint across Benjamin Franklin's face-it entered circulation in October 2013.
I put all the faces that's blue in the safe
+
Really can't find me the words
+
You niggas is birds, I wish that I knew what to say
+
Move to your block, I don't see your face
+
Your first time back since back in the day
+
First time lit since back in the day
+
We needed that chip since back in the day
+
And my mind on the money, I'm rackin' my brain
+
And none of you pussies is actin' the same
+
Yeah, none of you **** is actin' the same
+
None of you **** is actin' the same
+
Mind on my money, I'm rackin' my brain
+
Go to the hotel right after your game
+
I'm comin' to your show and get back on the plane
+
But don't stick around in the 6
+
Don't stick around in the 6
+
[Part II]
+
Ayy
+
Yeah (O- )
+
Boy gotta dip out the 6, run out the 6, just like you did (Okay)
+
Why was TPS at my crib until you boys slid? It is what it is (O- )
+
Check signin' is my kink, pushin' out ink, I feel like a squid (Okay)
+
I would probably need a YouTube search just for me to do a laundry load (O- )
+
Alex Moss tryna bring me back a hundred years from now, he got my body froze (Okay)
+
All these niggas want a head tap, I did more damage off a body blow (O- )
+
I can't hit you off the iPhone shit, let me hit you off the lobby phone (Okay)
+
Niggas gotta be around here, don't swivel 'cause we are not alone (O- )
+
Niggas gotta be around ice, on the same shit, like we monotone (Okay)
+
Niggas gotta be around ice with the sticks, I'm like a hockey coach (O- )
+
Niggas better have a bag with a pipe like they came from a- (Okay)
+
What? Bag with a pipe like they came from a Scottish home (O- )
+
Damn, way niggas talkin' 'bout ice, must be a sale on microphone (Okay)
+
How you niggas go from askin' for some tickets? Now you niggas tryna stop the show (O- )
+
Ironic 'cause the Iceman was a nice man, now I'm hot and cold (Okay)
+
Boy gotta dip out the 6, run out the 6, just like you did
+
Why was TPS at my crib until you boys slid? It is what it is (O- )
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Check signin' is my kink, pushin' out ink, I feel like a squid (Okay)
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O-
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Okay
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O-
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Okay
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O-
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Okay
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O-
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Writer: Aubrey Graham
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




B's On The Table


[ Featuring 21 Savage ]

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Yeah, none of you pussies is actin' the same
+
Mind on my money, I'm rackin' my brain
+
You pussies could never get back with the gang
+
Go to the hotel right after your game
+
Or come to your show and get back on the plane
+
This contract talk is fryin' my brain
+
The numbers they talkin' are actually insane
+
Drake's current UMG deal - reportedly worth $400 million and signed in 2022 - covers recordings, publishing, merchandise, and visual media. The triple album drop is widely read as the move to fulfill those remaining obligations and walk.
It's B's on the table, B's on the table
+
B's on the table, B's on the table
+
I don't wanna talk 'bout M's, I don't wanna talk 'bout friends
+
I don't wanna talk about how this shit started, man, I wanna talk about how this shit ends
+
There's B's on the table, B's on the table (Yeah)
+
B's on the table (Okay then), B's on the table
+
Can't even talk to my dogs, can't even talk to my bitch
+
Sometimes, I sit in the parking garage and I talk to my watch or I talk to my whip
+
It's B's on the tables, B's on the tables (Okay then)
+
It's B's on the table (Okay then), B's on the table (Okay)
+
I've been on my "Just in case" shit
+
I got a whole lot of names and dates and pictures and faces
+
Saved for whenever the right time and place
+
Just trust me, I know there's-
+
B's on the table, B's on the table
+
B's on the table, B's on the table
+
Spent months in the corner, just me and my back
+
I'm used to this, I'm numb to that
+
I know I just gotta adapt, ayy
+
Let's wait on your Spotify Wrapped
+
The messages you 'bout to send on the sixteenth
+
Please don't hit send on none of that
+
There's no need to check where the temperature is
+
You know what it is if you double back
+
Many former friends and associates deserted and betrayed Drake during the rap beef and ensuing fall out, "stabbing him in the back." Drake says they should have finished him off while they had the chance, and stabbed him in the back again. Instead they did not, and he survived.
Should've put another blade in my back
+
Should've stood over and double-tapped
+
Ayy, what y'all need, a duffle bag?
+
What is that offer they said?
+
What did they put on the table?
+
What does that say on that paper?
+
F*ck that, they gotta double that, triple that
+
F*ck is the bitches at?
+
Yeah, the chef too Michelin
+
Come to the 6 and we dippin' you boys like a christenin'
+
Kevin Hart liquor, he shook, I'ma put you in sticky predicaments
+
Killy might come take a stick off a pussy like they was transitionin'
+
I'm fightin' the man, not suin' the rapper, you boys is not listenin', ah
+
Your boyfriend a fisherman, that's just the word in the industry
+
Don't mean to be in y'all business
+
I'm talkin' spicy, hot, sizzlin'
+
Don't stick around if you visitin'
+
(B's on the table, B's on the table) Yeah, what?
+
What is the offer they said?
+
What did they put on the table?
+
Better treat me like Shane Coppin'
+
Bank tellers better stay clocked in
+
Bank tellers better
+
What? B's on the table
+
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Yeah, none of you pussies is actin' the same
+
Mind on my money, I'm rackin' my brain
+
You pussies could never get back with the gang
+
Go to the hotel right after your game
+
Or come to your show and get back on the plane
+
This contract talk is fryin' my brain
+
The numbers they talkin' are actually insane
+
Drake's current UMG deal - reportedly worth $400 million and signed in 2022 - covers recordings, publishing, merchandise, and visual media. The triple album drop is widely read as the move to fulfill those remaining obligations and walk.
It's B's on the table, B's on the table
+
B's on the table, B's on the table
+
I don't wanna talk 'bout M's, I don't wanna talk 'bout friends
+
I don't wanna talk about how this shit started, man, I wanna talk about how this shit ends
+
There's B's on the table, B's on the table (Yeah)
+
B's on the table (Okay then), B's on the table
+
Can't even talk to my dogs, can't even talk to my bitch
+
Sometimes, I sit in the parking garage and I talk to my watch or I talk to my whip
+
It's B's on the tables, B's on the tables (Okay then)
+
It's B's on the table (Okay then), B's on the table (Okay)
+
I've been on my "Just in case" shit
+
I got a whole lot of names and dates and pictures and faces
+
Saved for whenever the right time and place
+
Just trust me, I know there's-
+
B's on the table, B's on the table
+
B's on the table, B's on the table
+
Spent months in the corner, just me and my back
+
I'm used to this, I'm numb to that
+
I know I just gotta adapt, ayy
+
Let's wait on your Spotify Wrapped
+
The messages you 'bout to send on the sixteenth
+
Please don't hit send on none of that
+
There's no need to check where the temperature is
+
You know what it is if you double back
+
Many former friends and associates deserted and betrayed Drake during the rap beef and ensuing fall out, "stabbing him in the back." Drake says they should have finished him off while they had the chance, and stabbed him in the back again. Instead they did not, and he survived.
Should've put another blade in my back
+
Should've stood over and double-tapped
+
Ayy, what y'all need, a duffle bag?
+
What is that offer they said?
+
What did they put on the table?
+
What does that say on that paper?
+
F*ck that, they gotta double that, triple that
+
F*ck is the bitches at?
+
Yeah, the chef too Michelin
+
Come to the 6 and we dippin' you boys like a christenin'
+
Kevin Hart liquor, he shook, I'ma put you in sticky predicaments
+
Killy might come take a stick off a pussy like they was transitionin'
+
I'm fightin' the man, not suin' the rapper, you boys is not listenin', ah
+
Your boyfriend a fisherman, that's just the word in the industry
+
Don't mean to be in y'all business
+
I'm talkin' spicy, hot, sizzlin'
+
Don't stick around if you visitin'
+
(B's on the table, B's on the table) Yeah, what?
+
What is the offer they said?
+
What did they put on the table?
+
Better treat me like Shane Coppin'
+
Bank tellers better stay clocked in
+
Bank tellers better
+
What? B's on the table
+
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What Did I Miss?


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I don't give a f*ck if you love me, I don't give a f*ck if you like me
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Drake expresses disbelief and disappointment over how many of his former collaborators and close associates turned against him during the 2024 rap civil war sparked by Kendrick Lamar's verse on Like That.
Askin' me, "How did it feel?" Can't say it didn't surprise me
+
Last time I looked to my right, you niggas was standing beside me
+
How can some people I love hang around pussies who try me? Let's go
+
What did I miss?
+
What did I miss?
+
What did I miss?
+
What did I miss?
+
Let's go, let's go
+
Drake references the Inn at Dos Brisas, a 313-acre luxury ranch located in Brenham, Texas, which he purchased in October 2024.
I'm whippin' around on like six hundred acres, let's go, let's go, let's go
+
You niggas just better not ask for no favors, let's go, let's go, let's go
+
It's love for my brothers and death to a traitor, let's go
+
She might decide to say no to me now, but say yes to me later, let's go
+
Her ass is all natty like Florida Gator, let's go
+
You switched on the guys and supported a hater, let's go
+
What's the get-back for niggas? It's TBD
+
I look at this shit like a BTC
+
Could be down this week, then I'm up next week
+
I don't give a f*ck if you love me, I don't give a f*ck if you like me
+
Askin' me "How did it feel?" Can't say it didn't surprise me
+
Last time I looked to my right, you niggas was standing beside me
+
How can some people I love hang around pussies who try me? Let's go
+
What did I miss?
+
What did I miss?
+
What did I miss?
+
What did I miss?
+
Let's go
+
Ayy, let's go, let's go
+
Ayy, ayy, let's go, let's go
+
Ayy, ayy, let's go
+
Ayy, let's go, ayy, let's go
+
Yeah, niggas get punched in the face on some TLC shit, on the dead guys
+
Some TLC shit 'cause, my nigga, you gon' need a chilly ice pack for your left eye
+
I'm back in your city tonight, walkin' around with my head high
+
"Pop Out" refers to The Pop Out: Ken & Friends, a June 2024 concert by Kendrick Lamar.
I saw bro went to Pop Out with them, but been dick riding gang since "Headlines"
+
It feels like nobody's there until you start givin' out two-tones
+
And nobody cares until they in front of your tombstone
+
Y'all been on that type of timing for too long
+
Iceman, Tiffany blue stones
+
I done made plenty shit right out of two wrongs, shit, let's go
+
Let's go
+
Let's go, let's go
+
Ayy, yeah
+
Let's go, let's go
+
Yeah, yeah, let's go
+
Yeah, let's go, let's go
+
What did I miss?
+
When I was looking at y'all and cooking with y'all
+
And giving out verses and bookings to y'all?
+
Making sure wires were hit, man, what did I miss?
+
When you was all in my crib lookin' at hoes
+
Word for word at all of the shows
+
You always felt like this, man, what did I miss?
+
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English

I don't give a f*ck if you love me, I don't give a f*ck if you like me
+
Drake expresses disbelief and disappointment over how many of his former collaborators and close associates turned against him during the 2024 rap civil war sparked by Kendrick Lamar's verse on Like That.
Askin' me, "How did it feel?" Can't say it didn't surprise me
+
Last time I looked to my right, you niggas was standing beside me
+
How can some people I love hang around pussies who try me? Let's go
+
What did I miss?
+
What did I miss?
+
What did I miss?
+
What did I miss?
+
Let's go, let's go
+
Drake references the Inn at Dos Brisas, a 313-acre luxury ranch located in Brenham, Texas, which he purchased in October 2024.
I'm whippin' around on like six hundred acres, let's go, let's go, let's go
+
You niggas just better not ask for no favors, let's go, let's go, let's go
+
It's love for my brothers and death to a traitor, let's go
+
She might decide to say no to me now, but say yes to me later, let's go
+
Her ass is all natty like Florida Gator, let's go
+
You switched on the guys and supported a hater, let's go
+
What's the get-back for niggas? It's TBD
+
I look at this shit like a BTC
+
Could be down this week, then I'm up next week
+
I don't give a f*ck if you love me, I don't give a f*ck if you like me
+
Askin' me "How did it feel?" Can't say it didn't surprise me
+
Last time I looked to my right, you niggas was standing beside me
+
How can some people I love hang around pussies who try me? Let's go
+
What did I miss?
+
What did I miss?
+
What did I miss?
+
What did I miss?
+
Let's go
+
Ayy, let's go, let's go
+
Ayy, ayy, let's go, let's go
+
Ayy, ayy, let's go
+
Ayy, let's go, ayy, let's go
+
Yeah, niggas get punched in the face on some TLC shit, on the dead guys
+
Some TLC shit 'cause, my nigga, you gon' need a chilly ice pack for your left eye
+
I'm back in your city tonight, walkin' around with my head high
+
"Pop Out" refers to The Pop Out: Ken & Friends, a June 2024 concert by Kendrick Lamar.
I saw bro went to Pop Out with them, but been dick riding gang since "Headlines"
+
It feels like nobody's there until you start givin' out two-tones
+
And nobody cares until they in front of your tombstone
+
Y'all been on that type of timing for too long
+
Iceman, Tiffany blue stones
+
I done made plenty shit right out of two wrongs, shit, let's go
+
Let's go
+
Let's go, let's go
+
Ayy, yeah
+
Let's go, let's go
+
Yeah, yeah, let's go
+
Yeah, let's go, let's go
+
What did I miss?
+
When I was looking at y'all and cooking with y'all
+
And giving out verses and bookings to y'all?
+
Making sure wires were hit, man, what did I miss?
+
When you was all in my crib lookin' at hoes
+
Word for word at all of the shows
+
You always felt like this, man, what did I miss?
+
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Writer: Aubrey Drake Graham
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Plot Twist


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Ayy
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October's Own is the label, seven-figure deal was a fable
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Eight figure bought out the neighbors, now figures turnin' the tables
+
You pussy boy better be ready and able, I'm comin'
+
I can't talk on bro case 'cause it's sticky
+
Free T and free Greezy, my killies
+
My youngins put locks on the city
+
So niggas be shook to come out when it's litty
+
T, that's the crodie, so free him
+
These niggas a joke and I wouldn't wanna be 'em
+
I'll be the producer like, "What's the BPM?"
+
I cannot de-escalate things if we see 'em
+
My young boys don't do it for clout
+
If they do it, they cover they head and they mouth
+
Swear there's some shit I'm forgettin' about
+
03 out the slime, when they lettin' him out? (You dig?)
+
I be with them guys from the Six that you niggas stay talkin' on Reddit about
+
Say a whole lot, but we saw you and we had you beggin' it out, 'member that shit?
+
Twist, twistin' it
+
Yeah, he's twistin' his fingers and lookin' at me
+
Twistin' some shit up that I've never seen
+
Twistin' it up, I don't know what that means, twist
+
I'm twistin' it back 'cause he twistin' at me
+
Twistin' that six in his face, twistin' that R in his face like Styles and P
+
Drake is spelling out "MOB OCTOBER GANG" letter by letter.
Twistin' the M and the O and the B
+
Twistin' the O and the C and the T and the O and the B and the E and the R
+
And the G and the A and the N and the G
+
Twist, ayy
+
Yeah, twistin' it
+
Ayy, twistin' it
+
I'm twistin' it up 'cause he twistin' at me
+
I haven't seen bro in a while
+
But that nigga wild, I'm not in a rush to
+
People keep tellin' me smile
+
But bro is on trial, there's shit to adjust to
+
I don't need security to ride 'round town
+
We can fly downtown just us two
+
Unless you know the G-way handshake
+
When we go to shake hands, man can't trust you
+
Pullin' out the cash on camera
+
Waterproof iPhone case, bro splash on camera
+
She wanna pop ass on camera
+
Sweetie, you can film, just don't put- on camera
+
The judge tryna move so racist
+
We gotta go beat some cases before we show faces
+
And all I do is shut down stages
+
My face never ages, I must be in God's good graces
+
If my emotions are showin'
+
It's only because I'm ahead of what they got goin'
+
I'm tryna stay laid back
+
'Cause you know the hot heads with me and they wanna get the payback goin'
+
I don't recognize none of that shit that he's throwin'
+
But maybe where he's from, they know it
+
All I know is the mandem are pissed (pissed)
+
F*ck that shit, man, twist, twistin' it
+
Yeah, he's twistin' his fingers and lookin' at me
+
Twistin' some shit up that I've never seen
+
Twistin' it up, I don't know what that means, twist
+
I'm twistin' it back 'cause he twistin' at me
+
Twistin' that six in his face, twistin' that R in his face like Styles and P
+
Twistin' the M and the O and the B
+
Twistin' the O and the C and the T and the O and the B and the E and the R
+
And the G and the A and the N and the G
+
Twist, ayy
+
Yeah, twistin' it
+
Ayy, twistin' it
+
I'm twistin' it up 'cause he twistin' at me
+
Yeah
+
Is that Drake's necklace? (It's mine)
+
Oh, you're, you're part of his, uh, best friends group?
+
One of- yeah, this is our gang
+
Aw, what is it called?
+
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Ayy
+
October's Own is the label, seven-figure deal was a fable
+
Eight figure bought out the neighbors, now figures turnin' the tables
+
You pussy boy better be ready and able, I'm comin'
+
I can't talk on bro case 'cause it's sticky
+
Free T and free Greezy, my killies
+
My youngins put locks on the city
+
So niggas be shook to come out when it's litty
+
T, that's the crodie, so free him
+
These niggas a joke and I wouldn't wanna be 'em
+
I'll be the producer like, "What's the BPM?"
+
I cannot de-escalate things if we see 'em
+
My young boys don't do it for clout
+
If they do it, they cover they head and they mouth
+
Swear there's some shit I'm forgettin' about
+
03 out the slime, when they lettin' him out? (You dig?)
+
I be with them guys from the Six that you niggas stay talkin' on Reddit about
+
Say a whole lot, but we saw you and we had you beggin' it out, 'member that shit?
+
Twist, twistin' it
+
Yeah, he's twistin' his fingers and lookin' at me
+
Twistin' some shit up that I've never seen
+
Twistin' it up, I don't know what that means, twist
+
I'm twistin' it back 'cause he twistin' at me
+
Twistin' that six in his face, twistin' that R in his face like Styles and P
+
Drake is spelling out "MOB OCTOBER GANG" letter by letter.
Twistin' the M and the O and the B
+
Twistin' the O and the C and the T and the O and the B and the E and the R
+
And the G and the A and the N and the G
+
Twist, ayy
+
Yeah, twistin' it
+
Ayy, twistin' it
+
I'm twistin' it up 'cause he twistin' at me
+
I haven't seen bro in a while
+
But that nigga wild, I'm not in a rush to
+
People keep tellin' me smile
+
But bro is on trial, there's shit to adjust to
+
I don't need security to ride 'round town
+
We can fly downtown just us two
+
Unless you know the G-way handshake
+
When we go to shake hands, man can't trust you
+
Pullin' out the cash on camera
+
Waterproof iPhone case, bro splash on camera
+
She wanna pop ass on camera
+
Sweetie, you can film, just don't put- on camera
+
The judge tryna move so racist
+
We gotta go beat some cases before we show faces
+
And all I do is shut down stages
+
My face never ages, I must be in God's good graces
+
If my emotions are showin'
+
It's only because I'm ahead of what they got goin'
+
I'm tryna stay laid back
+
'Cause you know the hot heads with me and they wanna get the payback goin'
+
I don't recognize none of that shit that he's throwin'
+
But maybe where he's from, they know it
+
All I know is the mandem are pissed (pissed)
+
F*ck that shit, man, twist, twistin' it
+
Yeah, he's twistin' his fingers and lookin' at me
+
Twistin' some shit up that I've never seen
+
Twistin' it up, I don't know what that means, twist
+
I'm twistin' it back 'cause he twistin' at me
+
Twistin' that six in his face, twistin' that R in his face like Styles and P
+
Twistin' the M and the O and the B
+
Twistin' the O and the C and the T and the O and the B and the E and the R
+
And the G and the A and the N and the G
+
Twist, ayy
+
Yeah, twistin' it
+
Ayy, twistin' it
+
I'm twistin' it up 'cause he twistin' at me
+
Yeah
+
Is that Drake's necklace? (It's mine)
+
Oh, you're, you're part of his, uh, best friends group?
+
One of- yeah, this is our gang
+
Aw, what is it called?
+
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Writer: Aubrey Graham
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




2 Hard 4 The Radio


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Yeah
+
Ayy, ayy, ayy
+
Ayy, whoa, yeah, ayy
+
Alright, look
+
These bars and the track title interpolate and pay homage to late Bay Area legend Mac Dre, who originally released Too Hard for the Fuckin' Radio in 1989.
Listen up, it's about to be smoke
+
Ain't nothin' but some shit I wrote
+
About a rich-ass nigga that's deep in the game
+
They call me Drizzy Drake and I'm keepin' the name
+
I sport Nike shoes, I got a mic to use
+
To talk bad about you pussies, I don't like you fools
+
Got an Oakland show tonight, baby
+
My young boys from The Yoc goin' crazy
+
I'm on the bridge with a tank of unleaded
+
I pull up early to that bitch
+
That bitch was yankin' already, I said, "Yank"
+
In the city and I really got rank
+
You see the backpack to the front, you gettin' spanked
+
I really blow M's for the fun of it
+
New owl, blue diamonds on the front of it
+
Shout my lil' cousin, Mr. Havin' None of It
+
Tryna campaign, yeah, Drizzy back runnin' shit
+
Whoa, whoa, livin' large, yeah
+
Drake references his close friend Nadia Ntuli, who died in an ATV accident in 2021.
And I put that on citas and the boulevard
+
When I lost Big Nadia, I took it hard
+
Need to call up a Stark for some Chrome Hearts
+
If you my new girl, girl, you gotta look the part
+
Ayy, it's Mr. Make Her Pipe Down, there he go
+
Yeah, it's Mr. Popstar, that's the way it go
+
Now I'm too hard for the f*ckin' radio
+
Too hard for the f*ckin' radio
+
Yeah, too hard for the f*ckin' radio
+
Too hard for the f*ckin' radio
+
Hey, hey
+
What? Yeah, what?
+
I'ma show you what to do, lil' nigga, ayy
+
I'ma show you what to do, lil' boy, ayy
+
I'ma show you what
+
Ayy, first off, I make real town smacks
+
Boy, you know the motto, gotta push it to the mack
+
Back when they was askin' 'bout where Davidson was at
+
Now everybody got a blue 30 on they back
+
Mustard heard about us, gotta catch up to the slaps
+
You ain't had one since me and YG rapped
+
Facts, 900 million for the tracks
+
"Rack City," bitch, we remember that
+
Damn, you should try and get back to that
+
This new shit, you could've kept it on the Laugh Fact'
+
And a nigga doin' laps
+
Strippers on my lap, I'm 'bout to make her back bend
+
The island in question is the Little St. James island (infamously nicknamed Epstein Island,) the center of the Jeffrey Epstein's trafficking operation.
Ayy, tell her come and give the boy a lap dance
+
Damn, y'all was really island hoppin' back then
+
Huh, now y'all names got redacted
+
Yeah, now a nigga gotta fact check, what?
+
Yeah, and I'm on the west like the Pac-10
+
Yeah, I'm f*ckin' power couples up, yeah
+
Actin' like you love marryin' your wife, ayy
+
You boys need to worry 'bout a jury in your life, ayy
+
Whoa, whoa, livin' large, yeah
+
And I put that on citas and the boulevard
+
When I lost Big Nadia, I took it hard
+
Need to call up a Stark for some Chrome Hearts
+
If you my new girl, girl, you gotta look the part
+
Ayy, it's Mr. Make Her Pipe Down, there he go
+
Yeah, it's Mr. Popstar, that's the way it go
+
Now I'm too hard for the f*ckin' radio
+
Too hard for the f*ckin' radio
+
Yeah, too hard for the f*ckin' radio
+
Too hard for the f*ckin' radio
+
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Yeah
+
Ayy, ayy, ayy
+
Ayy, whoa, yeah, ayy
+
Alright, look
+
These bars and the track title interpolate and pay homage to late Bay Area legend Mac Dre, who originally released Too Hard for the Fuckin' Radio in 1989.
Listen up, it's about to be smoke
+
Ain't nothin' but some shit I wrote
+
About a rich-ass nigga that's deep in the game
+
They call me Drizzy Drake and I'm keepin' the name
+
I sport Nike shoes, I got a mic to use
+
To talk bad about you pussies, I don't like you fools
+
Got an Oakland show tonight, baby
+
My young boys from The Yoc goin' crazy
+
I'm on the bridge with a tank of unleaded
+
I pull up early to that bitch
+
That bitch was yankin' already, I said, "Yank"
+
In the city and I really got rank
+
You see the backpack to the front, you gettin' spanked
+
I really blow M's for the fun of it
+
New owl, blue diamonds on the front of it
+
Shout my lil' cousin, Mr. Havin' None of It
+
Tryna campaign, yeah, Drizzy back runnin' shit
+
Whoa, whoa, livin' large, yeah
+
Drake references his close friend Nadia Ntuli, who died in an ATV accident in 2021.
And I put that on citas and the boulevard
+
When I lost Big Nadia, I took it hard
+
Need to call up a Stark for some Chrome Hearts
+
If you my new girl, girl, you gotta look the part
+
Ayy, it's Mr. Make Her Pipe Down, there he go
+
Yeah, it's Mr. Popstar, that's the way it go
+
Now I'm too hard for the f*ckin' radio
+
Too hard for the f*ckin' radio
+
Yeah, too hard for the f*ckin' radio
+
Too hard for the f*ckin' radio
+
Hey, hey
+
What? Yeah, what?
+
I'ma show you what to do, lil' nigga, ayy
+
I'ma show you what to do, lil' boy, ayy
+
I'ma show you what
+
Ayy, first off, I make real town smacks
+
Boy, you know the motto, gotta push it to the mack
+
Back when they was askin' 'bout where Davidson was at
+
Now everybody got a blue 30 on they back
+
Mustard heard about us, gotta catch up to the slaps
+
You ain't had one since me and YG rapped
+
Facts, 900 million for the tracks
+
"Rack City," bitch, we remember that
+
Damn, you should try and get back to that
+
This new shit, you could've kept it on the Laugh Fact'
+
And a nigga doin' laps
+
Strippers on my lap, I'm 'bout to make her back bend
+
The island in question is the Little St. James island (infamously nicknamed Epstein Island,) the center of the Jeffrey Epstein's trafficking operation.
Ayy, tell her come and give the boy a lap dance
+
Damn, y'all was really island hoppin' back then
+
Huh, now y'all names got redacted
+
Yeah, now a nigga gotta fact check, what?
+
Yeah, and I'm on the west like the Pac-10
+
Yeah, I'm f*ckin' power couples up, yeah
+
Actin' like you love marryin' your wife, ayy
+
You boys need to worry 'bout a jury in your life, ayy
+
Whoa, whoa, livin' large, yeah
+
And I put that on citas and the boulevard
+
When I lost Big Nadia, I took it hard
+
Need to call up a Stark for some Chrome Hearts
+
If you my new girl, girl, you gotta look the part
+
Ayy, it's Mr. Make Her Pipe Down, there he go
+
Yeah, it's Mr. Popstar, that's the way it go
+
Now I'm too hard for the f*ckin' radio
+
Too hard for the f*ckin' radio
+
Yeah, too hard for the f*ckin' radio
+
Too hard for the f*ckin' radio
+
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Writer: Aubrey Graham
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Make Them Remember


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For real
+
My social battery is drained, for real, for real
+
Just came from hearin' a lot of niggas cop a lot of pleas, like
+
"Oh brother, you know we-, you know we brothers, it's never been nothin'"
+
The owl emoji also represents OVO, his October's Very Own crew and label. People slid into his DMs with it as an olive branch, but Drake dismisses it as a fake gesture that doesn't undo their stance when he needed them.
I'll tell you, sendin' me that owl emoji in my DM ain't gon' mend nothin'
+
Don't try comin' around when the score's back to ten-nothin', for real
+
I don't wanna hear none of that shit
+
Look up, turbulent flights, dodgin' cumulus clouds
+
Squares drawin' a line, but we at the root of it now
+
It feels like I gotta lie to even tie
+
This is a direct critique of shifting cultural standards ("what's suitable now"). In the streaming and social media era, the definition of a "win" has changed. Is a number-one hit a win if the internet is tearing down your character? Is a massive paycheck a win if you feel isolated?
So I don't know if these are wins or not, based on what's suitable now
+
It speaks to the ultimate isolation of celebrity. He is shouting his truth in his lyrics, but the audience is too busy consuming the "Drake product" to actually hear the man behind it.
You don't even hear me though
+
The "jacket" Drake references here is the predator/child molester label that Kendrick Lamar pinned on him throughout their 2024 feud, most explicitly on meet the grahams and Not Like Us.
You put that jacket on anybody, you're funeral bound
+
But like the goal post, I'm out here just movin' around
+
They say conclusions were drawn, but I'm in super denial
+
What is a loss? I'll be damned if I'm losin' it now
+
I'm the golden goose, shakin' things up at Lucian's house
+
I'm in the battlefield really puttin' boots to the ground
+
A booster seat for yourselves and the lies that you tell
+
If Drake took out the AK, maybe he'd be in jail
+
Just based off the name that it spells
+
What they say they just smelled?
+
I heard they got special places in hell
+
For niggas jokin' 'bout evil when they did it themselves, damn
+
What, y'all thought I was done?
+
Y'all forgot what I done?
+
Y'all forgot about Drake, y'all forgot where I'm from?
+
Y'all forgot if I gave you a hand, you under the thumb
+
Convenient amnesia from all you ballerinas
+
It doesn't alter what you said or how it made us see you
+
I shouldn't even be shocked to see you in that arena
+
Because you always made your career off of switchin' teams up
+
I never got a copy of the newest rules
+
Apparently the title of the book is called, "Fooling Fools"
+
Y'all was ridin' all summer, pedo bars goin' number one
+
And yet y'all tryna tell me who's groomin' who
+
Comb through this hair, before you cut me for a new recruit
+
Before you say, "Toodaloo", off of shit that keep poppin' up on your Google News
+
Ain't been in the K since I flew the coupe
+
I was on Coulson Ave with my mama, numbers started goin' through the roof
+
Bentley with the B inside the wings like, "Whoopty Woos"
+
Spinnin' downtown like hula hoops
+
Drake is of Ashkenazi Jewish and African-American decent from his maternal side and paternal side, respectively, resulting in him being a mixed Black man with lighter "fairer" skin.
Is it the fair skin or the Jewish roots?
+
Why people wanna not see me on top of the mountain like I do the Dew
+
Damn, and f*ck a Billboard number-one, man, whoopty-doo
+
They riggin' the game, because you fightin' the biggest artist
+
They tryna have me stuck in this position like rigor mortis
+
Turn my back on you just to give you the biggest target
+
They only know your name in the bigger markets
+
The numbers back the boast up. Drake's streaming data shows strong penetration across Trinidad and Tobago, India, Pakistan, the Philippines, Portugal, and New Zealand, these are markets that have historically resisted American hip-hop entirely. He is by far the most streamed artist globally over the last dozen years, and his Spotify followers crossed 110 million in April 2026, with total career streams approaching 100 billion.
Never in the little markets, B markets, C markets, all of those is D markets
+
You be at the flea market, that's code in the Six
+
It means chances are you takin' a plea bargain
+
You belong in the pack with some rats, like Dean Martin
+
Me, Wayne, and Mack, the Three Amigos, I'm Steve Martin
+
I swear I'm goin' looney over Tune like that green Martian, so please stop
+
Memories of where we used to live
+
But truth be told I can't even see the block
+
It's blocked by the tree tops
+
Please stop askin' 'bout what's goin' on with 23 and me
+
I'm a real nigga and he's not, it's in my DNA
+
I could've fell back like the married rapper, but we engaged
+
I told y'all I'm settled in my evil ways
+
These niggas thinkin' that the spot is up for grabs, they'll never see the day
+
To be the number one, you gotta lead the way
+
And to hold somethin' over my head forever, you're still a couple feet away
+
Your insecurities keep spannin' season to season like you Issa Rae
+
Plot twist, the owl never sees the cage
+
The owl only wakes up to seize the day
+
Talkin' about hidin' the Bible, maybe y'all should read a page
+
Iced-out crosses on they necks, thinkin' Jesus saves
+
Well, even if he does, nigga, either way
+
The blasphemy you talk let me know that your amazin' grace gon' be delayed
+
You niggas should be ashamed
+
The fact you had to bring those talks to get some decent plays, goodness grac-
+
God wanna wipe that lil' smug look right off of your f*ckin' face
+
All you really did was cap like uppercase
+
Dodge a troop, but still managed to finally get a hit that let you run a base
+
Niggas sought you out at first
+
You need him, so you out at home now just like a double play
+
As for these other suckers that's tucked away
+
I'm down to put bills on they face
+
No wonder why they been duckin' Drake
+
Bills on they face
+
No wonder why they been duckin' Drake, ah
+
Let's not even take it to that other place
+
You boys too pussy like double dates
+
Runnin' out the Six like you won a race
+
I watched this guy spazzin' with a puzzled face
+
Who knows which one of his bubble-shaped tings I must've ushered through the double gates
+
Showed her the time of her life while broski havin' stomach aches
+
Hearin' 'bout good times at Lovers Lake
+
And send her back to you while you sleep walkin' naked in another state
+
Ah, you'll live to see another day
+
And even if you don't, it's just another day
+
We ain't cryin' for your punk-ass anyway
+
I'm a Six-side renegade for anybody addin' more lemons to the lemonade
+
Sourin' the vibes that I generate
+
I'm 16 years in the game, this ain't Minute Maid
+
Scrimmagin' with scrubs for the love of the game
+
'Cause I'm unamused, and all the goats are middle-aged
+
And Muggsy Bogues dunked for once, even I'm a bit amazed
+
Yeah, someone give the kid a raise
+
What is it? The braids?
+
Even when I cut 'em, I could never fade
+
I mean, it's Drizzy Drake, like
+
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English

For real
+
My social battery is drained, for real, for real
+
Just came from hearin' a lot of niggas cop a lot of pleas, like
+
"Oh brother, you know we-, you know we brothers, it's never been nothin'"
+
The owl emoji also represents OVO, his October's Very Own crew and label. People slid into his DMs with it as an olive branch, but Drake dismisses it as a fake gesture that doesn't undo their stance when he needed them.
I'll tell you, sendin' me that owl emoji in my DM ain't gon' mend nothin'
+
Don't try comin' around when the score's back to ten-nothin', for real
+
I don't wanna hear none of that shit
+
Look up, turbulent flights, dodgin' cumulus clouds
+
Squares drawin' a line, but we at the root of it now
+
It feels like I gotta lie to even tie
+
This is a direct critique of shifting cultural standards ("what's suitable now"). In the streaming and social media era, the definition of a "win" has changed. Is a number-one hit a win if the internet is tearing down your character? Is a massive paycheck a win if you feel isolated?
So I don't know if these are wins or not, based on what's suitable now
+
It speaks to the ultimate isolation of celebrity. He is shouting his truth in his lyrics, but the audience is too busy consuming the "Drake product" to actually hear the man behind it.
You don't even hear me though
+
The "jacket" Drake references here is the predator/child molester label that Kendrick Lamar pinned on him throughout their 2024 feud, most explicitly on meet the grahams and Not Like Us.
You put that jacket on anybody, you're funeral bound
+
But like the goal post, I'm out here just movin' around
+
They say conclusions were drawn, but I'm in super denial
+
What is a loss? I'll be damned if I'm losin' it now
+
I'm the golden goose, shakin' things up at Lucian's house
+
I'm in the battlefield really puttin' boots to the ground
+
A booster seat for yourselves and the lies that you tell
+
If Drake took out the AK, maybe he'd be in jail
+
Just based off the name that it spells
+
What they say they just smelled?
+
I heard they got special places in hell
+
For niggas jokin' 'bout evil when they did it themselves, damn
+
What, y'all thought I was done?
+
Y'all forgot what I done?
+
Y'all forgot about Drake, y'all forgot where I'm from?
+
Y'all forgot if I gave you a hand, you under the thumb
+
Convenient amnesia from all you ballerinas
+
It doesn't alter what you said or how it made us see you
+
I shouldn't even be shocked to see you in that arena
+
Because you always made your career off of switchin' teams up
+
I never got a copy of the newest rules
+
Apparently the title of the book is called, "Fooling Fools"
+
Y'all was ridin' all summer, pedo bars goin' number one
+
And yet y'all tryna tell me who's groomin' who
+
Comb through this hair, before you cut me for a new recruit
+
Before you say, "Toodaloo", off of shit that keep poppin' up on your Google News
+
Ain't been in the K since I flew the coupe
+
I was on Coulson Ave with my mama, numbers started goin' through the roof
+
Bentley with the B inside the wings like, "Whoopty Woos"
+
Spinnin' downtown like hula hoops
+
Drake is of Ashkenazi Jewish and African-American decent from his maternal side and paternal side, respectively, resulting in him being a mixed Black man with lighter "fairer" skin.
Is it the fair skin or the Jewish roots?
+
Why people wanna not see me on top of the mountain like I do the Dew
+
Damn, and f*ck a Billboard number-one, man, whoopty-doo
+
They riggin' the game, because you fightin' the biggest artist
+
They tryna have me stuck in this position like rigor mortis
+
Turn my back on you just to give you the biggest target
+
They only know your name in the bigger markets
+
The numbers back the boast up. Drake's streaming data shows strong penetration across Trinidad and Tobago, India, Pakistan, the Philippines, Portugal, and New Zealand, these are markets that have historically resisted American hip-hop entirely. He is by far the most streamed artist globally over the last dozen years, and his Spotify followers crossed 110 million in April 2026, with total career streams approaching 100 billion.
Never in the little markets, B markets, C markets, all of those is D markets
+
You be at the flea market, that's code in the Six
+
It means chances are you takin' a plea bargain
+
You belong in the pack with some rats, like Dean Martin
+
Me, Wayne, and Mack, the Three Amigos, I'm Steve Martin
+
I swear I'm goin' looney over Tune like that green Martian, so please stop
+
Memories of where we used to live
+
But truth be told I can't even see the block
+
It's blocked by the tree tops
+
Please stop askin' 'bout what's goin' on with 23 and me
+
I'm a real nigga and he's not, it's in my DNA
+
I could've fell back like the married rapper, but we engaged
+
I told y'all I'm settled in my evil ways
+
These niggas thinkin' that the spot is up for grabs, they'll never see the day
+
To be the number one, you gotta lead the way
+
And to hold somethin' over my head forever, you're still a couple feet away
+
Your insecurities keep spannin' season to season like you Issa Rae
+
Plot twist, the owl never sees the cage
+
The owl only wakes up to seize the day
+
Talkin' about hidin' the Bible, maybe y'all should read a page
+
Iced-out crosses on they necks, thinkin' Jesus saves
+
Well, even if he does, nigga, either way
+
The blasphemy you talk let me know that your amazin' grace gon' be delayed
+
You niggas should be ashamed
+
The fact you had to bring those talks to get some decent plays, goodness grac-
+
God wanna wipe that lil' smug look right off of your f*ckin' face
+
All you really did was cap like uppercase
+
Dodge a troop, but still managed to finally get a hit that let you run a base
+
Niggas sought you out at first
+
You need him, so you out at home now just like a double play
+
As for these other suckers that's tucked away
+
I'm down to put bills on they face
+
No wonder why they been duckin' Drake
+
Bills on they face
+
No wonder why they been duckin' Drake, ah
+
Let's not even take it to that other place
+
You boys too pussy like double dates
+
Runnin' out the Six like you won a race
+
I watched this guy spazzin' with a puzzled face
+
Who knows which one of his bubble-shaped tings I must've ushered through the double gates
+
Showed her the time of her life while broski havin' stomach aches
+
Hearin' 'bout good times at Lovers Lake
+
And send her back to you while you sleep walkin' naked in another state
+
Ah, you'll live to see another day
+
And even if you don't, it's just another day
+
We ain't cryin' for your punk-ass anyway
+
I'm a Six-side renegade for anybody addin' more lemons to the lemonade
+
Sourin' the vibes that I generate
+
I'm 16 years in the game, this ain't Minute Maid
+
Scrimmagin' with scrubs for the love of the game
+
'Cause I'm unamused, and all the goats are middle-aged
+
And Muggsy Bogues dunked for once, even I'm a bit amazed
+
Yeah, someone give the kid a raise
+
What is it? The braids?
+
Even when I cut 'em, I could never fade
+
I mean, it's Drizzy Drake, like
+
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Writer: Aubrey Graham
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Little Birdie


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Ayy, ayy
+
Ayy, what? Yeah, his-and-hers it
+
Virgil Abloh was an American fashion designer known for working alongside luxury brands like Louis Vuitton and his very own, Off-White. After Virgil passed, Drake tributed him.
I don't like goin' to Vegas, I start missin' Virgil
+
He'd be sick if he was witnessing this shit in person
+
All these pussy niggas trippin' like they clipped the hurdle
+
All these pussy niggas actin' like they Mr. Murder
+
All these Arab women treat me like the Prince of Persia
+
Speak on me and gain a lot, just like the dish detergent
+
I put CC's on that ho just like a titty surgeon
+
Yeah, ayy (D-D-D-D-DJ Frisco954, yo)
+
What? What? Damn
+
Damn, yeah, ayy, look
+
A little birdie said you did me dirty
+
And the story keep on gettin' worse, I'm gettin' worried
+
Yeah, I'm goin' up, I'm goin' vertically
+
2009, I'm lit, I told 'em, "Hurry up and book me"
+
Yeah, hurry up and book me 'fore I charge a fortune
+
Lauryn, why you actin' like I'm not important to you?
+
A security guard was seriously injured in a shooting outside Drake's Toronto mansion in the Bridle Path area around 2 a.m. on Tuesday, May 7, 2024. He's referencing that incident.
You was there in '24 when niggas shot the door in
+
See you're outside again, I thought your ass went corporate
+
You put the ex in expensive, girl, you so annoyin'
+
I used to f*ck you slow, I used to leave it in
+
I used to hate to tour, I ain't wanna leave again
+
Now I know the truth about you and I'm free again
+
Until your new man cop them tickets, you won't see me 'gain
+
Yeah, yeah, yeah, what?
+
Yeah, a little birdie said you did me dirty
+
Alex Moss is a New York-based celebrity jeweler known for creating custom diamond pieces for popular rappers, including Drake.
I be tellin' Alex Moss, "F*ck it, "his-and-hers" it"
+
Ayy, what? Yeah, his-and-hers it
+
I don't like goin' to Vegas, I start missin' Virgil
+
He'd be sick if he was witnessing this shit in person
+
All these pussy-niggas trippin' like they clipped the hurdle
+
All these pussy-niggas actin' like they Mr. Murder
+
All these Arab women treat me like the Prince of Persia
+
Speak on me and gain a lot, just like the dish detergent
+
I put CC's on that ho just like a titty surgeon
+
Yeah, damn, for real
+
A little birdie said you did me dirty
+
How you fix your mouth to ask me if that shit would hurt me?
+
Girl, you know that shit would hurt me, girl, you know it's working
+
Yeah, girl, I'm goin' up, I'm goin' vertically
+
You tryna bring me down, actin' like you worried 'bout me
+
You know you did me wrong, askin' how I heard about it
+
I said a birdie told me, damn, you did me dirty, homie
+
Yeah, it's over for us, I can see the curtain closing
+
Put a hurting on me, put a lot of burden on me
+
I'm in the strip club, all these hoes converging on me
+
I'm back outside, in here flirting with the 30 on me, damn
+
Ayy, yeah, uh
+
A little birdie said you did me dirty
+
And the story keep on gettin' worse, I'm gettin' worried
+
Yeah, I'm goin' up, I'm goin' vertically
+
2009, I'm lit, I told 'em, "Hurry up and book me"
+
DJ Frisco954 is a DJ from Broward County, Florida.
(D-D-D-D-DJ Frisco954, yo)
+
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English

Ayy, ayy
+
Ayy, what? Yeah, his-and-hers it
+
Virgil Abloh was an American fashion designer known for working alongside luxury brands like Louis Vuitton and his very own, Off-White. After Virgil passed, Drake tributed him.
I don't like goin' to Vegas, I start missin' Virgil
+
He'd be sick if he was witnessing this shit in person
+
All these pussy niggas trippin' like they clipped the hurdle
+
All these pussy niggas actin' like they Mr. Murder
+
All these Arab women treat me like the Prince of Persia
+
Speak on me and gain a lot, just like the dish detergent
+
I put CC's on that ho just like a titty surgeon
+
Yeah, ayy (D-D-D-D-DJ Frisco954, yo)
+
What? What? Damn
+
Damn, yeah, ayy, look
+
A little birdie said you did me dirty
+
And the story keep on gettin' worse, I'm gettin' worried
+
Yeah, I'm goin' up, I'm goin' vertically
+
2009, I'm lit, I told 'em, "Hurry up and book me"
+
Yeah, hurry up and book me 'fore I charge a fortune
+
Lauryn, why you actin' like I'm not important to you?
+
A security guard was seriously injured in a shooting outside Drake's Toronto mansion in the Bridle Path area around 2 a.m. on Tuesday, May 7, 2024. He's referencing that incident.
You was there in '24 when niggas shot the door in
+
See you're outside again, I thought your ass went corporate
+
You put the ex in expensive, girl, you so annoyin'
+
I used to f*ck you slow, I used to leave it in
+
I used to hate to tour, I ain't wanna leave again
+
Now I know the truth about you and I'm free again
+
Until your new man cop them tickets, you won't see me 'gain
+
Yeah, yeah, yeah, what?
+
Yeah, a little birdie said you did me dirty
+
Alex Moss is a New York-based celebrity jeweler known for creating custom diamond pieces for popular rappers, including Drake.
I be tellin' Alex Moss, "F*ck it, "his-and-hers" it"
+
Ayy, what? Yeah, his-and-hers it
+
I don't like goin' to Vegas, I start missin' Virgil
+
He'd be sick if he was witnessing this shit in person
+
All these pussy-niggas trippin' like they clipped the hurdle
+
All these pussy-niggas actin' like they Mr. Murder
+
All these Arab women treat me like the Prince of Persia
+
Speak on me and gain a lot, just like the dish detergent
+
I put CC's on that ho just like a titty surgeon
+
Yeah, damn, for real
+
A little birdie said you did me dirty
+
How you fix your mouth to ask me if that shit would hurt me?
+
Girl, you know that shit would hurt me, girl, you know it's working
+
Yeah, girl, I'm goin' up, I'm goin' vertically
+
You tryna bring me down, actin' like you worried 'bout me
+
You know you did me wrong, askin' how I heard about it
+
I said a birdie told me, damn, you did me dirty, homie
+
Yeah, it's over for us, I can see the curtain closing
+
Put a hurting on me, put a lot of burden on me
+
I'm in the strip club, all these hoes converging on me
+
I'm back outside, in here flirting with the 30 on me, damn
+
Ayy, yeah, uh
+
A little birdie said you did me dirty
+
And the story keep on gettin' worse, I'm gettin' worried
+
Yeah, I'm goin' up, I'm goin' vertically
+
2009, I'm lit, I told 'em, "Hurry up and book me"
+
DJ Frisco954 is a DJ from Broward County, Florida.
(D-D-D-D-DJ Frisco954, yo)
+
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Writer: Aubrey Graham
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Don't Worry


I don't know, you tell me
+
I feel alive, no thanks to you
+
What is this I'm waking up to, waking up to?
+
I don't need you breaking my news, I see it too
+
I don't have as much patience as you
+
When do they look up to you? Guess that isn't up to you (Yeah)
+
If I give my everything, would that be enough for you? (Yeah, yeah)
+
Come and have the best time on the best side
+
We still up, it's bedtime on the Westside
+
Eastside, Westside, Westside, Eastside (Yeah)
+
Poppin' out on Chubbs side, it's gonna be a party (Yeah)
+
Candy-pink paint job, she pull up like a Barbie (Yeah)
+
Ref1, he so drunk, he just played Nicki then some Cardi, I'm sorry
+
Before you went old and getting kicked up out the lobby (Ayy, ayy)
+
Girl, you know what's up with me, I pull up in a heartbeat (Ayy)
+
She wanna go next door, she wanna meet PARTY (Ayy, yeah)
+
She said she was Persian and started speakin' Farsi (Yeah)
+
I don't know what's up with me lately, lately
+
I say, "I'm alone," she said, "That's not somethin' you should be"
+
'Preciate you reachin' out, don't be too concerned about me
+
You know that I'm drinkin', smokin', thinkin' (Yeah)
+
Please stop askin' me, "When are we linkin'?" It's Iceman season
+
I don't know what's up with me lately, lately
+
Yeah
+
I just wanna see a boy beg on the pavement
+
If he trippin' with the gang, then
+
I just wanna see a boy struggle with the payments
+
If he trippin' with the gang, then
+
I just might get that boy hit for entertainment
+
If he trippin' with the gang, then
+
I just wanna see a boy working on the day shift
+
And the night shift (That's how I feel)
+
I just wanna see that boy struggle with the phone bill
+
And the light bill (That's how I feel)
+
I just wanna see a boy beg on the pavement
+
If he trippin' with the gang, then
+
Come and have the best time on the best side
+
We still up, it's bedtime on the Westside
+
Eastside, Westside, Westside, Eastside (Yeah)
+
Poppin' out on Chubbs side, it's gonna be a party (Yeah)
+
Candy-pink paint job, she pull up like a Barbie (Yeah)
+
Ref1, he so drunk, he just played Nicki then some Cardi, I'm sorry
+
Before you went old and getting kicked up out the lobby (Ayy, ayy)
+
Girl, you know what's up with me, I pull up in a heartbeat (Ayy)
+
She wanna go next door, she wanna meet PARTY (Ayy, yeah)
+
I don't know what's up with me lately, lately
+
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I don't know, you tell me
+
I feel alive, no thanks to you
+
What is this I'm waking up to, waking up to?
+
I don't need you breaking my news, I see it too
+
I don't have as much patience as you
+
When do they look up to you? Guess that isn't up to you (Yeah)
+
If I give my everything, would that be enough for you? (Yeah, yeah)
+
Come and have the best time on the best side
+
We still up, it's bedtime on the Westside
+
Eastside, Westside, Westside, Eastside (Yeah)
+
Poppin' out on Chubbs side, it's gonna be a party (Yeah)
+
Candy-pink paint job, she pull up like a Barbie (Yeah)
+
Ref1, he so drunk, he just played Nicki then some Cardi, I'm sorry
+
Before you went old and getting kicked up out the lobby (Ayy, ayy)
+
Girl, you know what's up with me, I pull up in a heartbeat (Ayy)
+
She wanna go next door, she wanna meet PARTY (Ayy, yeah)
+
She said she was Persian and started speakin' Farsi (Yeah)
+
I don't know what's up with me lately, lately
+
I say, "I'm alone," she said, "That's not somethin' you should be"
+
'Preciate you reachin' out, don't be too concerned about me
+
You know that I'm drinkin', smokin', thinkin' (Yeah)
+
Please stop askin' me, "When are we linkin'?" It's Iceman season
+
I don't know what's up with me lately, lately
+
Yeah
+
I just wanna see a boy beg on the pavement
+
If he trippin' with the gang, then
+
I just wanna see a boy struggle with the payments
+
If he trippin' with the gang, then
+
I just might get that boy hit for entertainment
+
If he trippin' with the gang, then
+
I just wanna see a boy working on the day shift
+
And the night shift (That's how I feel)
+
I just wanna see that boy struggle with the phone bill
+
And the light bill (That's how I feel)
+
I just wanna see a boy beg on the pavement
+
If he trippin' with the gang, then
+
Come and have the best time on the best side
+
We still up, it's bedtime on the Westside
+
Eastside, Westside, Westside, Eastside (Yeah)
+
Poppin' out on Chubbs side, it's gonna be a party (Yeah)
+
Candy-pink paint job, she pull up like a Barbie (Yeah)
+
Ref1, he so drunk, he just played Nicki then some Cardi, I'm sorry
+
Before you went old and getting kicked up out the lobby (Ayy, ayy)
+
Girl, you know what's up with me, I pull up in a heartbeat (Ayy)
+
She wanna go next door, she wanna meet PARTY (Ayy, yeah)
+
I don't know what's up with me lately, lately
+
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Aubrey Graham
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Firm Friends


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Yeah
+
(Con-Con-)
+
And we back at it, back at it
+
Denzel "Conductor" Williams is a producer from Kansas City, Missouri. Drake and Conductor first collaborated on 8am in Charlotte off of Drake's For All The Dogs.
(Conductor)
+
For real
+
Shout out Ref1
+
Yeah, alright
+
You think I didn't see that you stayed silent
+
That's like you endorsing it all, may as well stand behind him
+
I stood beside you, thought there was some good inside you
+
Situations like these, they force you to notice the difference
+
Neeks is the nickname of Drake's long-time friend Nicholas Carino.
Look at me and Neeks for instance
+
We know we live different lives
+
And we've been on our separate missions
+
Look at how time flies
+
20 years passed, he's still the same guy
+
But I get it, you all wanna be the main guy
+
It explains why most people die
+
Not knowin' who would've stuck by they side
+
It doesn't even cross they mind
+
They just go along for the ride
+
They'll never know they friends' decision
+
Friends never had to decide
+
What does somebody do
+
After doin' everything you could've done for everyone?
+
You just do what you should've done
+
Since day one, you stick with your day ones
+
I'm not the villain or the victim, I am the author
+
My right hand guides the pen along the page until the chapter's done
+
What would they do to me if they ever caught me ridin' dolo?
+
Would they take my chain and my watch
+
Or would they take my photo?
+
F*ck that, I'm in the stu' with Noel
+
The sun went down, we couldn't tell
+
It's so many opportunities, but we still here by ourselves
+
It's been nearly fourteen years, he ain't work with no one else
+
And I ain't go to no one else
+
That's 'cause there's no better team, yeah
+
"The owl" is the face of Drake's branding and his label, October's Very Own.
Trust me, the owl's glistenin' more than it's ever been
+
And trust me, I'm the highest that I've ever been
+
The greatest that they've ever seen
+
I've been alternating from being overseas and listenin' to beats
+
Strong opinions from the weak for 400-somethin' weeks
+
They deep-seated resentment is what's fillin' up they seats
+
I've seen GOATs act like sheeps, coworkers turn to enemies
+
Damn, I got enemies, got a lot of enemies
+
Lot of niggas tryna drain me of my energy
+
Right now, me and Conductor
+
We got more f*ckin' chemistry than MIT
+
Two hours, Gstaad for some peace and serenity
+
Then it's back to Zurich for the OVO supremacy and hotel amenities
+
They try to have all of my precious memories
+
Drake refers to JFK's 1963 assassination in Dallas, Texas. During the chaos, the President's body fell into his wife's lap in the limousine, with First Lady Jackie Kennedy desperately holding parts of his exposed skull and brain in her hands and lap in an attempt to keep him together.
Layin' in my girl's lap like she Jackie Onassis and I'm John Kennedy
+
But I am not Jonathan Kennedy
+
Rest in peace but I really can't
+
Bloody up the triple-button Giovanni suit because I'm OCD
+
I don't want no "Drake, my apologies"
+
I'm trippin', you're top three
+
My group chat was bumpin' those oppy guys, but not me
+
Like beggin' to get out a ticket, now they wanna cop pleas
+
My son is takin' corner kicks in front of Luis Enrique at PSG
+
And y'all are talkin' 'bout inflatin' the numbers on DSPs
+
And me havin' better perspective on life doin' DMT
+
Nigga, KYS ASAP, that's some shit that you could do for me
+
Like it was my first Chanel, I could've posted receipts
+
That would've made niggas read 'em and weep
+
Reportin' live from the scene
+
Where I wasn't supposed to be revived by the EMTs, yeah
+
I did not break up a happy home, baby, you pulled up on me
+
Tell 'em why you really hate me and what year did she date me
+
I know niggas goin' crazy as I cop all the items you niggas put up for sale
+
And start a museum in my house called "Try Someone Else"
+
Your friends never had to decide if they wanna stay
+
The strength of your bond has never been tested in any way
+
I've been on the longest run, I don't know how to walk away
+
It's baby steps for you boys, y'all walkin' before y'all run
+
Secludin' me might've been the worst thing that they ever done
+
I'm a product of where I'm from, one sound, one band
+
The orders make they way through the proper chain of command
+
And if everything goes to plan
+
I will be makin' the name change from the boy to the man
+
But y'all just wouldn't understand, damn
+
From mass distribution to leadin' my own version of the revolution
+
Private arbitration leads to resolution
+
Beat the game so many times, this shit has got abusive
+
F*ck you artists and producers
+
I don't wanna hear excuses of your plans for future truces
+
I am so far gone that a thank-me-later is useless now
+
CTE from tryin' me and still they want another hit
+
Made a livin' off of "oh-no-he-didn'ts", bitch, yes, I did
+
Skeletons in your closet, well, trust this ain't the bone to pick
+
They say, "What we doin', Ice?" We runnin' it back
+
What has Iceman ever done other than that?
+
Even when under attack
+
Y'all don't know the stamina it takes to run up the stats
+
My numbers are humblin' facts
+
Mistakin' my sons for brothers, but it won't happen again
+
You better check your tone, I'm not one of y'all lil' friends
+
I got shots about to fly at some of y'all heads again
+
Man, shots about to fly
+
Even though some of my friends still talk about you guys
+
Like they leanin' towards your side
+
I think karma's takin' too long, an eye for both of your eyes
+
That'll show you love is blind for real
+
You all wanna be the guy
+
It explains why most people die not knowin' who would've stuck by they side
+
It doesn't even cross they mind, they just go along for the ride
+
They'll never know they friends' decisions, friends never had to decide
+
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Yeah
+
(Con-Con-)
+
And we back at it, back at it
+
Denzel "Conductor" Williams is a producer from Kansas City, Missouri. Drake and Conductor first collaborated on 8am in Charlotte off of Drake's For All The Dogs.
(Conductor)
+
For real
+
Shout out Ref1
+
Yeah, alright
+
You think I didn't see that you stayed silent
+
That's like you endorsing it all, may as well stand behind him
+
I stood beside you, thought there was some good inside you
+
Situations like these, they force you to notice the difference
+
Neeks is the nickname of Drake's long-time friend Nicholas Carino.
Look at me and Neeks for instance
+
We know we live different lives
+
And we've been on our separate missions
+
Look at how time flies
+
20 years passed, he's still the same guy
+
But I get it, you all wanna be the main guy
+
It explains why most people die
+
Not knowin' who would've stuck by they side
+
It doesn't even cross they mind
+
They just go along for the ride
+
They'll never know they friends' decision
+
Friends never had to decide
+
What does somebody do
+
After doin' everything you could've done for everyone?
+
You just do what you should've done
+
Since day one, you stick with your day ones
+
I'm not the villain or the victim, I am the author
+
My right hand guides the pen along the page until the chapter's done
+
What would they do to me if they ever caught me ridin' dolo?
+
Would they take my chain and my watch
+
Or would they take my photo?
+
F*ck that, I'm in the stu' with Noel
+
The sun went down, we couldn't tell
+
It's so many opportunities, but we still here by ourselves
+
It's been nearly fourteen years, he ain't work with no one else
+
And I ain't go to no one else
+
That's 'cause there's no better team, yeah
+
"The owl" is the face of Drake's branding and his label, October's Very Own.
Trust me, the owl's glistenin' more than it's ever been
+
And trust me, I'm the highest that I've ever been
+
The greatest that they've ever seen
+
I've been alternating from being overseas and listenin' to beats
+
Strong opinions from the weak for 400-somethin' weeks
+
They deep-seated resentment is what's fillin' up they seats
+
I've seen GOATs act like sheeps, coworkers turn to enemies
+
Damn, I got enemies, got a lot of enemies
+
Lot of niggas tryna drain me of my energy
+
Right now, me and Conductor
+
We got more f*ckin' chemistry than MIT
+
Two hours, Gstaad for some peace and serenity
+
Then it's back to Zurich for the OVO supremacy and hotel amenities
+
They try to have all of my precious memories
+
Drake refers to JFK's 1963 assassination in Dallas, Texas. During the chaos, the President's body fell into his wife's lap in the limousine, with First Lady Jackie Kennedy desperately holding parts of his exposed skull and brain in her hands and lap in an attempt to keep him together.
Layin' in my girl's lap like she Jackie Onassis and I'm John Kennedy
+
But I am not Jonathan Kennedy
+
Rest in peace but I really can't
+
Bloody up the triple-button Giovanni suit because I'm OCD
+
I don't want no "Drake, my apologies"
+
I'm trippin', you're top three
+
My group chat was bumpin' those oppy guys, but not me
+
Like beggin' to get out a ticket, now they wanna cop pleas
+
My son is takin' corner kicks in front of Luis Enrique at PSG
+
And y'all are talkin' 'bout inflatin' the numbers on DSPs
+
And me havin' better perspective on life doin' DMT
+
Nigga, KYS ASAP, that's some shit that you could do for me
+
Like it was my first Chanel, I could've posted receipts
+
That would've made niggas read 'em and weep
+
Reportin' live from the scene
+
Where I wasn't supposed to be revived by the EMTs, yeah
+
I did not break up a happy home, baby, you pulled up on me
+
Tell 'em why you really hate me and what year did she date me
+
I know niggas goin' crazy as I cop all the items you niggas put up for sale
+
And start a museum in my house called "Try Someone Else"
+
Your friends never had to decide if they wanna stay
+
The strength of your bond has never been tested in any way
+
I've been on the longest run, I don't know how to walk away
+
It's baby steps for you boys, y'all walkin' before y'all run
+
Secludin' me might've been the worst thing that they ever done
+
I'm a product of where I'm from, one sound, one band
+
The orders make they way through the proper chain of command
+
And if everything goes to plan
+
I will be makin' the name change from the boy to the man
+
But y'all just wouldn't understand, damn
+
From mass distribution to leadin' my own version of the revolution
+
Private arbitration leads to resolution
+
Beat the game so many times, this shit has got abusive
+
F*ck you artists and producers
+
I don't wanna hear excuses of your plans for future truces
+
I am so far gone that a thank-me-later is useless now
+
CTE from tryin' me and still they want another hit
+
Made a livin' off of "oh-no-he-didn'ts", bitch, yes, I did
+
Skeletons in your closet, well, trust this ain't the bone to pick
+
They say, "What we doin', Ice?" We runnin' it back
+
What has Iceman ever done other than that?
+
Even when under attack
+
Y'all don't know the stamina it takes to run up the stats
+
My numbers are humblin' facts
+
Mistakin' my sons for brothers, but it won't happen again
+
You better check your tone, I'm not one of y'all lil' friends
+
I got shots about to fly at some of y'all heads again
+
Man, shots about to fly
+
Even though some of my friends still talk about you guys
+
Like they leanin' towards your side
+
I think karma's takin' too long, an eye for both of your eyes
+
That'll show you love is blind for real
+
You all wanna be the guy
+
It explains why most people die not knowin' who would've stuck by they side
+
It doesn't even cross they mind, they just go along for the ride
+
They'll never know they friends' decisions, friends never had to decide
+
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Aubrey Graham
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Make Them Know


Ayy
+
I tried and tried and tried
+
'Til the R switched place with the I
+
I'll never forget that July
+
The worst that I felt in a while
+
I'm glad that you think that I'm soft
+
I'm glad that you think that I'm shy
+
I need you to think all these things
+
I got bigger than what's in my mind
+
I'll take it, an eye for an eye
+
I'll send a boy up to the sky
+
I still haven't lost any sleep
+
And I definitely didn't cry
+
Ayo, Gucci get back in the ride
+
'Cause that's definitely not the guy
+
Mistaken identity mixed with adrenaline, almost just kissed you goodbye
+
It's rap, so it sound like a lie
+
When I talk to you and I confide
+
I'm goin', goin' back to Cali
+
I got hearts in both of my eyes
+
I'm sleeping with death on my mind
+
'Cause the shots that I called in my time
+
And karma has been on my side
+
But I also just heard that she's blind
+
That bitch might just switch on a dime
+
'Cause she can't even see I'm a guy
+
Pressure been getting applied
+
And I know I been bad with replies
+
The lawsuit I got is fried
+
'Til the R switched place with the I
+
They'll frame it as people retired
+
But we know what's a truth and a lie
+
And they'll act like we signin' a deal
+
When they pay me for wastin' my time
+
And they'll act like I lost my appeal
+
But they'll pay me for changin' they mind
+
They got wind of the fact I was hit
+
And the whole world started to chime
+
Not scared of no suit or no tie
+
'Cause, shit, victory always been mine
+
If I free up my bro, gotta live with it
+
'Cause we know that that man isn't innocent
+
If they sayin' he did it, he did the shit
+
But he still might come home in a little bit
+
400 racks on the head
+
How am I spendin' so frivolous?
+
I act like the money's unlimited
+
If a Rolex I want 'bout to drop
+
I reserve the shit like I'm indigenous
+
Bobby from Six went broke
+
And he under my arm like I'm ticklish
+
How do they say they got classics
+
If it's shit that you never revisited?
+
And if that's the shit you revisited
+
Then why am I boss of the business?
+
Niggas been talkin' on digital
+
Knowin' how shit could get physical
+
Niggas gon' see me at birds
+
And act like they f*ckin' invisible
+
If a Rolex I want 'bout to drop
+
I reserve it like I'm aboriginal
+
50 millimeter president
+
For all the times shit got political
+
This album, I'm never submittin' it
+
'Cause I know that they'll never consider it
+
This might be the one year I won
+
'Cause I know how they like to position it
+
My bros wanna mob on the stage
+
But I tell them boys, "Now have some discipline"
+
We don't even want what they givin' us
+
Them shits don't even have no significance
+
They just wanna turn up with gang
+
They wanna turn up with the syndicate
+
And bro just touched down in the States
+
Took a Jet Ski from Windsor to Michigan
+
These niggas recoupin' on 2012
+
They gotta do it in increments
+
What happened to Drake from 2009
+
When all of the moments was intimate?
+
What happened to Drake with the innocence?
+
I don't think we'll be seein' him again
+
The pleasure
+
Don't walk away
+
You've got your love locked up for me, oh
+
For me, yeah, yeah
+
You've got your love locked up for me, oh
+
Iceman, baby, why are you so cool?
+
Freeze the world, freeze the world
+
Iceman, baby, why are you so cool?
+
I don't know, but I ain't no fool
+
Freeze the world, freeze the world
+
Freeze the world, freeze the world, freeze the-
+
(Don't hate me, don't hate me)
+
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English

Ayy
+
I tried and tried and tried
+
'Til the R switched place with the I
+
I'll never forget that July
+
The worst that I felt in a while
+
I'm glad that you think that I'm soft
+
I'm glad that you think that I'm shy
+
I need you to think all these things
+
I got bigger than what's in my mind
+
I'll take it, an eye for an eye
+
I'll send a boy up to the sky
+
I still haven't lost any sleep
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And I definitely didn't cry
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Ayo, Gucci get back in the ride
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'Cause that's definitely not the guy
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Mistaken identity mixed with adrenaline, almost just kissed you goodbye
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It's rap, so it sound like a lie
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When I talk to you and I confide
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I'm goin', goin' back to Cali
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I got hearts in both of my eyes
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I'm sleeping with death on my mind
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'Cause the shots that I called in my time
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And karma has been on my side
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But I also just heard that she's blind
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That bitch might just switch on a dime
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'Cause she can't even see I'm a guy
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Pressure been getting applied
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And I know I been bad with replies
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The lawsuit I got is fried
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'Til the R switched place with the I
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They'll frame it as people retired
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But we know what's a truth and a lie
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And they'll act like we signin' a deal
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When they pay me for wastin' my time
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And they'll act like I lost my appeal
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But they'll pay me for changin' they mind
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They got wind of the fact I was hit
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And the whole world started to chime
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Not scared of no suit or no tie
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'Cause, shit, victory always been mine
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If I free up my bro, gotta live with it
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'Cause we know that that man isn't innocent
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If they sayin' he did it, he did the shit
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But he still might come home in a little bit
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400 racks on the head
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How am I spendin' so frivolous?
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I act like the money's unlimited
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If a Rolex I want 'bout to drop
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I reserve the shit like I'm indigenous
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Bobby from Six went broke
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And he under my arm like I'm ticklish
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How do they say they got classics
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If it's shit that you never revisited?
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And if that's the shit you revisited
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Then why am I boss of the business?
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Niggas been talkin' on digital
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Knowin' how shit could get physical
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Niggas gon' see me at birds
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And act like they f*ckin' invisible
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If a Rolex I want 'bout to drop
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I reserve it like I'm aboriginal
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50 millimeter president
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For all the times shit got political
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This album, I'm never submittin' it
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'Cause I know that they'll never consider it
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This might be the one year I won
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'Cause I know how they like to position it
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My bros wanna mob on the stage
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But I tell them boys, "Now have some discipline"
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We don't even want what they givin' us
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Them shits don't even have no significance
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They just wanna turn up with gang
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They wanna turn up with the syndicate
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And bro just touched down in the States
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Took a Jet Ski from Windsor to Michigan
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These niggas recoupin' on 2012
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They gotta do it in increments
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What happened to Drake from 2009
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When all of the moments was intimate?
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What happened to Drake with the innocence?
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I don't think we'll be seein' him again
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The pleasure
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Don't walk away
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You've got your love locked up for me, oh
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For me, yeah, yeah
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You've got your love locked up for me, oh
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Iceman, baby, why are you so cool?
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Freeze the world, freeze the world
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Iceman, baby, why are you so cool?
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I don't know, but I ain't no fool
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Freeze the world, freeze the world
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Freeze the world, freeze the world, freeze the-
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(Don't hate me, don't hate me)
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Writer: Aubrey Graham
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group





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ICEMAN

Iceman is the ninth studio album by the Canadian rapper Drake. It was released by OVO Sound and Republic Records on May 15, 2026, alongside his tenth and eleventh albums Maid of Honour and Habibti. The albums serve as a follow-up to Drake's collaborative album Some Sexy Songs 4 U (2025) with PartyNextDoor and mark his first full-length solo releases since his eighth album For All the Dogs (2023). Iceman features guest appearances from Future, Molly Santana, and 21 Savage, and was preceded by the lead single "What Did I Miss?"

On April 12, 2026, when Drake attended the Toronto Raptors final regular-season game against the Brooklyn Nets at Scotiabank Arena, his courtside seats were covered in faux ice, as a teaser for the album. Four days later, a music video was filmed near Downsview Airport, featuring an explosion. On April 20, a 25 foot tall ice sculpture in downtown Toronto was installed, with Drake revealing that the album's release date was hidden within the sculpture. The area was sealed off by Toronto police due to safety concerns after fans hacked at the statue with pickaxes and hammers, and lit it on fire. On April 21, the release date for Iceman was revealed to be May 15, after online streamer Kishka found a bag in the ice sculpture: the bag contained a magazine and a pin-up depicting Pachinko character Pachio-kun, which listed the release date.

On May 13, 2026, a song tentatively titled "1AM in Albany" was leaked on social media, which includes disses to Kendrick Lamar and LeBron James; the track is included on Iceman under the title "Make Them Remember". That night, the CN Tower was lit up with various patterns and text with projectors, which was speculated to be related to the album. A day later, "Iceman: Episode 4" was livestreamed on YouTube by CTV News, CP24 and Drake, registering over 458,000 concurrent viewers at its peak. The episode depicted several songs and accompanying music videos from the album and concluded by stating that three albums would be releasing on May 15: Iceman, Habibti, and Maid of Honour.

In "What Did I Miss?", Drake addresses the aftermath of his feud with Kendrick Lamar, calling out those who attempted to "play both sides" rather than support him. The song includes references to Lamar's Pop Out concert in 2024, among other nods to their conflict. The song features Drake's blend of "slick melodies and razor-sharp raps", as he addresses people he believes betrayed him and questions the authenticity of past friendships by rapping, "I saw bro went to Pop Out with them, but been dick riding gang since 'Headlines'". This lyric was interpreted to be a reference to NBA players DeMar DeRozan and LeBron James.
-Wikipedia
Performed by: Drake
Featuring: Future, Molly Santana, 21 Savage
Genre(s): Hip Hop
Producer(s): Conductor Williams, DJ Frisco954, DJ Lewis, Elyas, FnZ, Gyz, London Cyr, O Lil Angel, Oz, Patron, Tay Keith
Length: 68:51
Released: May 15th, 2026
Year: 2026
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