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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'" 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 drawn on the line, but we at the root of it now It feels like I gotta lie to even tie So I don't even know if these are wins or not based on what's suitable now You don't even hear me though
You put that jacket on anybody, you're funeral bound But like the goalpost, 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' about 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, pedal 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 Is it the fair skin or the Jewish roots? Why people wanna not see me on top of the mountain like I do the do?
Damn, and fuck 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 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 6ix 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 tunes like they green martians 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 treetops
Please stop askin' about 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 grace God wanna wipe that lil' smug look right off of your fuckin' face All you really did was cap like uppercase Dodged 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 6ix like you won a race I watched the scouts spazz him 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' about good times at Lovers Lake And send her back to you while you sleepwalkin' 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 6ix-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