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Drake - 7am On Bridle Path (Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drake
Drake
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dylan Cleary-Krell
Dylan Cleary-Krell
Songwriter
Maneesh Bidaye
Maneesh Bidaye
Songwriter
Aubrey Drake Graham
Aubrey Drake Graham
Songwriter
Ronald Nathan Latour Jr.
Ronald Nathan Latour Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cardo
Cardo
Producer
Dez Wright
Dez Wright
Producer
KND
KND
Producer
Noel Cadastre
Noel Cadastre
Recording Engineer
ARUM
ARUM
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Dude Clayy
Dude Clayy
Producer
Jarom Su'a
Jarom Su'a
Producer
Maneesh
Maneesh
Producer
Noah Shebib
Noah Shebib
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah (Go Squad) Ayy Look I wish everyone could tell me exactly what they need for me The first second they speak to me, I'm not with all the secrecy Secretly beefin' me behind closed doors But playin' it peacefully for the streets to see My nigga, have some decency Don't move like a puto Could at least keep it a buck like Antetokounmpo I made north of the border like Vito Rizzuto Throwin' parties in Miami, they lovin' us mucho With the hoe ratio, I'm like David Caruso There's a mad shortage of people givin' me kudos I been doin' this since T-Pain was pourin' us Nuvo You tell 'em I run the country, they'll say "True though" Papi chulo, grippin' culo And I got the flows niggas steal like boot toes You boys reachin' new lows Lettin' me take the wrath of that Casper The Ghost shit While you findin' all of the loopholes You niggas move too cold See the watch collection and assume I got time 'Cause of the ruby rose two-tone I switch it to the one I call "R.I.P. Nipsey" 'Cause I swear to God the bezel got 60 of them blue stones Maybe I'm gettin' too stoned Khaled cut 'em all before my tombstone Here lies a nigga that never lied in his new song Or any of his old songs They sing them shits like folk songs Kumbaya, boom-ba-ye Know the owl stay on me Bad bitches tryna come through and lay on me Tryna get the earl grey on me But I ain't really into talkin' names Only tee you're getting from me is one for the walk of shame Heart is on my sleeve and my body is in the hall of fame High fashion and my life is full of climaxes And my wishes come through without blowin' eye lashes Up in 'Bron crib, fishbowl wineglasses That's how we passin' time Hunnid thousand on the line At the table playin' banker, shows a natural nine It never happens half the time My losing nights are still a vibe That's the things I accept You over there in denial, we not neck and neck It's been a lot of years since we seen you comin' correct Man fuck a "Respectfully", I just want my respect They tried to label me mean, I say what I mean People that could've stayed on the team They played in-between Clouds is hanging over you now, 'cause I'm reigning supreme Some of these niggas say what they mean, it ain't what it seems Had to pull my niggas out the mud like I'm trainin' Marines You niggas hot to them little kids, you ain't famous to me Told you I'm aimin' straight for the head, not aiming to please I can give a fuck about who designing your sneakers and tees Have somebody put you on a Gildan, you play with my seed Trust me, there's some shit you really gotta come see to believe That's why your people not believers, they all leavin' ya That's why you buyin' into the hype that the press feedin' ya You know the fourth level of jealousy is called media Isn't that an ironic revelation? Get that address to your driver, make it your destination 'Stead of just a post out of desperation This me reachin' the deepest state of my meditation Why you over there tryna impress the nation? Minds runnin' wild with the speculation Why the fuck we peacemakin' doin' the explanations If we just gon' be right back in that bitch without hesitation? But let me digress on behalf of the association I'll play it cool with you then mark a nigga like Copenhagen See they gettin' loose with the line like open cages In the La Ferrari, my emotions racin', dancin' out a condo, ocean bathin Niggas textin' "Bro", but we are not in no close relation I was down to give these niggas credit, but hold the payment Somehow I'm the greatest in the game, to my own amazement The greatest in the world, there's no debatin' You boys 'bout to wheel me to the feet like we rollerbladin' Far as the "Drake era", man we in the golden ages Look at the total wages And look at the heroes fallin' from grace in their older ages If we talkin' top three Then you been slidin' the third like stolen bases Toss around Rollies with frozen faces They used to tell me back in the day "Boy, you're going places" Never understood where I could really take it Yo
Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, Dylan Taylor Cleary-krell, Aidan Jonathan Crotinger, Ronald Nathan Latour, C. Rogers, David Agyepong Doudu Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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