5 AM In Toronto - Drake
Yeah, this on some old Tommy Campos Dice Roll sh-t For my nigg-s, though [Verse 1] You underestimated greatly Most number ones ever, how long did it really take me The part I love most is they need me more than they hate me So they never take shots, I got everybody on safety I could load every gun with bullets that fire backwards You probably wouldn't lose a single rapper Nigg-s make threats, can't hear 'em over the laughter Yeah, that's cause I'm headed to the bank, n-gga Sinatra lifestyle, I'm just being Frank with you I mean, where you think she at when she ain't with you Wildin', doin' sh-t that's way out of your budget Owl sweaters inside her luggage, you gotta love it Damn, this sh-t could go on a tape B-tches lovin' my drive, I never give it a break Give these n-ggas the look, the verse, and even the hook That's why every song sound like Drake featuring Drake Tr8, Y pree? Why is it always me? Got us watchin' our words like there's wire taps on the team Cause I show love, never get the same outta nigg-s Guess it's funny how money can make change outta nigg-s For real Some nobody started feelin' himself A couple somebodies started killin' themself A couple albums dropped, those are still on the shelf I bet them sh-ts would have popped if I was willin' to help I got a gold trophy from the committee for validation Bad press during the summer over allegations I ain't lyin', my n-gga, my time is money That's why I ain't got time for a n-gga who's time is comin' A lot of n-ggas PR stuntin' like that's the movement And I'm the only n-gga still know for the music I swear, f-ck them niggas this year I made Forbes list, n-gga F-ck your list, everything's lookin' gorgeous Without me, rap is just a bunch of orphans But if I stay in the sh-t, there's a bunch of corpses And me and my dread n-gga from New Orleans Stashin' money like hoarders off multi-platinum recordings Eat it like I’m seated at Swiss, Sotto, and Joso's Nothin' was the same, this sh-t for Easy and Cocoa This sh-t for Kareem, this sh-t for Jaevon This sh-t for Julius, Milly Mill We do this sh-t for real All them boys in my will All them boys is my wheel Anything happen to pop and I got you like Uncle Phil Weezy been on that edge, you n-ggas just need to chill If anything happen to papi, might pop a n-gga for real Comin' live from the screwface, livin' out a suitcase But I'm feelin' good, Johnny got me pushin' two plates My weight up, I refuse to wait up, I started a new race It's funny when you think a n-gga blew up after Lupe N-ggas treat me like I've been here for 10 Some n-ggas been here for a couple, never been here again I'm on my King James sh-t, I'm tryin' to win here again A young n-gga tryin' to win here again Man, what's up Yeah, A young n-gga tryin' to win here again If I like her, I just fly her to the city I'm in I got her drinkin' with your boy I got her f-cked up, shorty Aww yeah
Artist: Drake
Title: 5 AM In Toronto