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Drake Lyrics

[Intro]

This is why I do this Shyte

I think they call this, ventin’

[Verse One]

Look, uhh, this is me, still the same

They want the hits, I play the game

No auto-tune, but you can feel the pain

It all comes spillin’ out like I hit a vein

What up Lil Braw, what up Slum Ville

I hope you know that y’all the reason I have fun still

The fans thinkin’ that we all signed for one meal

Equal opportunities rappin’, thit Shyte is unreal

That ain’t how it works, that ain’t that how it goes

And I been gettin’ high to balance out the lows

And I could use a writer to balance my flows

But I never share my thoughts, this is all a n*gga knows

And every time I try, it opens up my eyes

These verses are a chance to remembered and reprised

And I would be performin’ just as long as I’m alive

So every word I utter will be mine

[Chorus]

Don’t believe the lies, look me in my eyes

Please don’t be scared of me, please don’t be scared of me

I remember you, this feelin’ isn’t new

So please don’t be scared of me, please don’t be scared of me

[Verse Two]

I never cried when ‘Pac died

But I probably will when Hov does

And if my tears hold value

Then I would drop one for every single thing he showed us

And I’ll be standin’ in a puddle

I stay away from n*ggaz that could land me in some trouble

And I’ma keep it honest, I’m so tired of bein’ subtle

It’s just me, Forty O and nich standin’ in a huddle

Starin’ at the members of my team

Who get questioned about they profit from this million dollar scheme

Just know that I’m in debt for you defendin’ all our dreams

I hope you tell your family this Shyte ain’t what it seems

But y’all the reason for a lotta my devotion

You know I spend money ’cause spendin’ time is hopeless

And know I pop bottles ’cause I bottle my emotions

At least I put it all in the open, yeah

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]

Look, Fawk all y’all, we ignore villains here

Premature millionaires, welcome to my realest year

Yeah, I swear we makin’ a killer here

I should be on top of the world here just chillin’ here

Uh, but it’s funny havin’ fans

Who find you before anybody ever has the chance

And build you up so you could be the biggest in the game

And realize when you’re there, sometimes the Shyte don’t feel the same

Yeah, and plus things are just so real at home

People think I’ve changed just because my appilla grown

And now security follow me everywhere

So I’m never actually am alone, I just always feel alone

I think I’m scared of what the future holds

I was wishin’ for some things and now I’m used to those

Every girl I meet thinks I’m fuckin’ groupie hoes

The honesty of my music has left me too exposed

All my old friends think I got a new crowd

And people seem to notice everytime I do smile

I guess that mean they come few and far between

Even though I’m livin’ out what you would call the dream

Yeah, and my uncle ain’t even messagin’ me

And him missin’ in my life is kind of messin’ with me

I hope this isn’t one of those forever things

It’s funny how money can change everythin’

[Chorus]

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