(Intro)
Yeah...
The 6 God? More like the 6th grade actor.
Look, I don’t need a ghostwriter to tell you what’s up.
Drake. Let's talk about it.
Yeah.
(Verse 1)
Started as a Canadian kid on a teen soap,
Now you’re the industry’s favorite, hope you can cope.
You call it "collaborative," I call it fraud,
When Quentin Miller is the one you’re looking to for God.
You’re not a rapper, you’re a pop star in a hoodie,
Pusha turned you to a secret, that was moody.
Hiding a child, “hiding the world from my kid”?
Stop, we all know what you did.
You’re thirsty for the street cred, accent keeps shifting,
From Toronto to London, while your relevance is drifting.
"Push Ups" was a reach, a cry for attention,
But the numbers don’t lie, you’re past your redemption.
(Chorus)
Drake, you're the king of the "soft" rap,
Champagne Papi, trapped in a trap.
No bars, just hooks and some sad-boy singing,
While the real MCs are the ones that are bringing—
The heat! Yeah, you’re just a meme on a screen,
A 37-year-old acting like a teen.
Yeah, Drake.
(Verse 2)
Remember when Pusha told you that you were hiding a child?
You went silent for a month, that’s when the boy went wild
Then you come back with a story about being a "new man"
But it's the same old story, same weak-ass plan
You need Quentin Miller just to spark up an idea?
That’s not hip-hop, that’s just karaoke, baby, get outta here
You a "colonizer," taking flows from the A-Town
Then you take 'em to the 6 and try to wear the crown
Where’s your own style? Where’s your own pen?
You just a curator, pretending that you're in the den
With the wolves? Nah, you with the sheep, sipping tea
With the security guards, fighting all your battles for me
(Chorus)
Certified lover boy? Nah, certified poser
Only time you take a shot is when the bartender brings the coaster
Drake, you ain't the greatest, you just the loudest on the radio
Pop-rap king, running from the real hip-hop studio
OVO sounds like a snooze fest, honestly
How you "taking care" when you hiding family honesty?
Yeah, we know the story, you was hiding the world from your kid
But that got exposed, look at everything you did
(verse 3)
Yeah.
Top say drop, you better drop and give me fifty?
Nah, keep your fifty, I’m giving you a life sentence.
A-minor, you ain’t rapping, you just rapping in circles.
Let’s talk about it.