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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drake
Drake
Vocals
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Maman
Alan Maman
Songwriter
Aubrey Drake Graham
Aubrey Drake Graham
Songwriter
Koen De Bruyne
Koen De Bruyne
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Producer
Noel Cadastre
Noel Cadastre
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, grrat Yeah, damn I feel like John Wick, empty clips Yeah, empty clips Yeah, empty clips Shell cases scatter the floor, bullets, they shatter the glass I could feel the tension in this room like a chatter in class Every day breaking records, shit is just happening fast That shit was a quick switch, yeah I feel like I'm always on thin ice with a thick bitch So many shots fired, I need me a clip switch I'm in that fuckin' bag right now I'm a lipstick Sabbatical in Miami, this shit was holistic Man, I remember niggas was jokin' 'bout some tick, tick And now that rapper broke as fuck, that boy a statistic Empty clips, yeah Empty clips I'm almost expressionless John Cena wouldn't know emotions I wrestle with Play 'bout the fact I was born a perfectionist Still can't even wrap my mind around the success of this Point me to your boss, nigga, you a receptionist I really hate the fact I make this shit sound effortless I put so much thought into the messages It's borderline obsessiveness, remember who you messin' with White America say I'm becoming a threat Black America love to remind me what my mama look like As if I'd ever fuckin' forget I'm never enough Much to their dismay, I'm leveling up, yeah There's too much treasure to hunt, there's too many hoes in the spot The ratio seven to one Living for right now 'cause I really think heaven's a front Nadia died in Dubai I waited on a spirit to come by for like 17 months That shit didn't visit me once, damn She wanted to better her life She wanted some opportunity, we wasn't given a bunch Her ex would eat away at her soul, that nigga a munch The last message she sent to my phone's about keeping in touch So pardon me questioning God and not believing in much It's Wick, man, don't listen to Wikipedia Capo a wicked nigga, I pray it don't hit the media They say, "Drake, you getting harder, funny is getting easier" Rappers are slick comedians, and they get disobedient And they don't stay in they lane, it's like niggas hit the median Boat say he the recipe, I must be the key ingredient Capo might wick a man down with evil deviance They gon' have to talk to Ouija boards like heebie jeebian Like the large was too big for you, you'll need a medium Just to send a message to somebody you loved previous Empty clips, yeah
Writer(s): Alan Maman, Aubrey Drake Graham, Koenraad De Bruyne Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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