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 drawin' a line, but we at the root of it now
It feels like I gotta lie to even tie
So I don't 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 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
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 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 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 fuckin' 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 Writer/s: Aubrey Graham
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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