So if you rebuke me for workin' with someone else on a couple of Vs What do you really think of the nigga that's makin' your beats? I've done things for him I thought that he never would need Father had to stretch his hands out and get it from me I pop style for 30 hours, then let him repeat Now, you poppin' up with the jokes, I'm dead, I'm asleep I just left from over by y'all puttin' pen to the sheets Tired of sittin' quiet, and helpin' my enemies eat Keep gettin' temperature checks They know that my head overheats Don't know why the fuck you niggas listen to Denim or Steve Must've had your Infrared wrong, now your head in the beam Y'all are the spittin' image of whatever jealousy breeds Don't push me when I'm in album mode You're not even top 5 as far as your label talent goes You send shots, well, I got to challenge those But I bring Calicos to the Alamo I could never have a Virgil in my circle and hold him back 'cause he makes me nervous I wanna see my brothers flourish to their higher purpose You niggas leeches and serpents I think it's good that now the teachers are learnin', yeah Your brother said, it was your cousin then him, then you So, you don't rap what you did, you just rap what you knew Don't be ashamed, it's plenty niggas that do what you do There's no malice in your heart, you're an approachable dude Man, you might've sold to college kids for Nike & Mercedes But you act like you sold drugs for Escobar in the '80s I had a microphone of yours, but then the signature faded I think that pretty much resembles what's been happenin' lately Please believe your demise will be televised, yeah And as for Q, man, I changed his life a couple times Nigga was at Kroger workin' double time Y'all actin' like he made the boy when I was tryna help the guy Yeah, who gassed you to play with me? Man, you made this shit as easy as ABCs Whoever supposedly makin' me hits, but then got no hits sound like they need me My hooks did it, my lyrics did it, my spirit did it I'm fearless with it, yeah I really shouldn't have given you none of my time 'Cause you older than the nigga you runnin' behind Look, holla at me when you multi-million I told you keep playin' with my name and I'ma let it ring on you Like Virginia Williams I'm too resilient, get out your feelin's It's gon' be a cruel summer for you I told Weezy and Baby, "I'ma done him for you" Tell 'Ye, "We got a invoice comin' to you" Considerin' that we just sold another 20 for you
To be honest Duppy
Writer/s: Aubrey Graham, Jahaan Sweet, Matthew Samuels
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind
Jamal from Cleveland this is the perfect pandemic song about strength and life afterwards, Drake is a man of words, he can spell and sing the words for all to hear, I recognize his singing on the radio and can instantly pickout fresh food from the grocery store.