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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drake
Drake
Vocals
Maneesh
Maneesh
Performer
Kyle Machado
Kyle Machado
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aubrey Drake Graham
Aubrey Drake Graham
Songwriter
Noah Shebib
Noah Shebib
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Noel Cadastre
Noel Cadastre
Engineer
Miguel Scott
Miguel Scott
Assistant Recording Engineer
Les Bateman
Les Bateman
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Greg Moffett
Greg Moffett
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Harley Arsenault
Harley Arsenault
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Dave Huffman
Dave Huffman
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Noah Shebib
Noah Shebib
Mixing Engineer
Noel Campbell
Noel Campbell
Mixing Engineer

Songtexte

Yeah Never thought I'd be talking from this perspective But, I'm not really sure what else you expected When the higher-ups have all come together as a collective With conspiracies to end my run and send me a message 40, did you get the message? 'Cause I just checked my phone and I didn't get it I mean, I say hats off for a solid effort But we didn't flinch for a second, we got our shit together Yeah, not here to fight wars But niggas wanna talk high scores PARTY just dipped off in a white Porsche And I just came from dinner where I ate some well-done seared scallops That were to die for But I got bigger fish to fry I'm talkin' bigger shit than you and I Kids are losin' lives, got me scared of losing mine And if I hold my tongue about it, I get crucified Wrote this shit on a bumpy flight on a summer night Flyin' over Chattanooga, out here tryin' to spread the movement I just got me the Mercedes Pullman You niggas never heard of it, you gotta hit up Google Back in the city, shit is getting brutal These kids'll hit your noodle then take a girl to the movies They've been dropping out on both sides We ain't in it, we just ghost ride The pen is working if you niggas need some ghost lines I thought you wanted yours like I want mine I guess you just making moves on your own time But just know it'll be January in no time And your absence is very concerning It's like you went on vacation with no plan of returning Shit is purely for sport, I need a 30 for 30 Banners are ready in case we need to retire your jersey, yeah I got a club in the Raptors arena Championships, celebrations during regular seasons Paternity testin' for women that I never slept with I'm legally obligated if they request it So much legal action like I'm Michael Jackson Luckily, I'm great at avoidin' distraction Used to give no reaction, now I'm overreactin' Ah nigga, that shit gotta go platinum I just listened to Closer To My Dreams Wide eyed and uneducated at 19 I can't rap like that, all young and naive Not after all of the shit I've seen and the things I believe Drastically changing, thank you for all your patience I'm just in a different space and I choose to embrace it Four thousand square feet just isn't as spacious You loved me back in the basement, guess it is what we make it I'm tired of awkward exchanges and nigga's crooked ways Tired of champagne toasts with people that look away Peyton and Eli when niggas called me they brother the season start And I don't wanna see you end up with nothing Y'all throw the word "family" around too much in discussion Rookie season, I would've never thought this was coming They knees give out and they passing to you all of a sudden Now you the one getting buckets They put their arm around you, now you becoming the crutches Kids got on your number 'cause you the one they look up to And women that you seen on TV look better in person And either they wanna fuck you or convince you That they care to see where it goes from there, but These ain't the girls from Brampton, this ain't that local action The haters just bringing me and my people closer, actually What happened to the things you niggas said was supposed to happen? Are we just supposed to ignore the fact that it never happened? We just supposed to get the pie and then split it in two? Supposed to forget your mistakes but not forget about you? My plan was always to make the product jump off the shelf And treat the money like secrets, keep that shit to ourselves Papi champú, young pablito de seis dios 6 G-O-D, I think I Was destined for this shit when I was 'round Keyshia Cole and T.I And Young Dro was popping off with Ain't I Way before niggas had they hands out like they doing macarena But who am I to complain now, I'm still around, they know Yeah
Writer(s): Aubrey Graham, Noah Shebib Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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