Drake

[Intro]
For real
My social battery is drained, for real, for real
Just came from hearing a lot of niggas cop a lot of pleas, like
"Oh brother, you know we— you know we brothers, it's never been nothing"
I'll tell you, sending me that owl emoji in my DM aingt gon' mend nothing
Don't try coming around when the score's back to ten-nothing, for real
I don't wanna hear none of that shit

[Parte]
Look up, turbulent flights, dodging 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 goal post, I'm out here just moving around
They say conclusions were drawn, but I'm in super denial
What is a loss? I'll be damned if I'm losing it now
I'm the golden goose, shaking things up at Lucian's house
I'm in the battlefield really putting 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 joking 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 switching teams up
I never got a copy of the newest rules
Apparently the title of the book is called, "Fooling Fools"
Y'all was riding all summer, pedo bars going number one
And yet y'all tryna tell me who's grooming who
Comb through this hair, before you cut me for a new recruit
Before you say, "Toodaloo", off of shit that keep popping up on your Google News
Aingt been in the K since I flew the coupe
I was on Coulson Ave. with my mama, numbers started going through the roof
Bentley with the B inside the wings like, "Whoopty Woos"
Spinning 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 f*ck a Billboard number one, man, whoopty-doo
They rigging the game, because you fighting 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 taking 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 going looney over tunes 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 asking about what's going 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 thinking 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 something over my head forever, you're still a couple feet away
Your insecurities keep spanning season to season like you Issa Rae
Plot twist, the owl never sees the cage
The owl only wakes up to seize the day
Talking about hiding the Bible, maybe y'all should read a page
Iced-out crosses on they necks, thinking Jesus saves
Well, even if he does, nigga, either way
The blasphemy you talk let me know that your amazing 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*cking 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 ducking Drake
Bills on they face, no wonder why they been ducking Drake, ah
Let's not even take it to that other place
You boys too pussy like double dates
Running 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 having stomach aches
Hearing 'bout good times at Lovers Lake
And send her back to you while you sleep walking naked in another state
Ah, you'll live to see another day
And even if you don't, it's just another day
We aingt crying for your punk ass anyway
I'm a 6ix-side renegade for anybody adding more lemons to the lemonade
Souring the vibes that I generate
I'm sixteen years in the game, this aingt Minute Maid
Scrimmaging 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