5AM In Toronto - Drake

[Intro]
Yeah
This song’s from old Tommy Campos Dice Raw shit
For my niggas, 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
Niggas make threats, can’t hear ‘em over the laughter
Yeah, that’s cause I’m headed to the bank, nigga
Sinatra lifestyle, I’m just being Frank with you
I mean, where you think she at when she ain’t with you
Wildin’, doin’ shit that’s way out of your budget
Owl sweaters and saddle luggage, you gotta love it
Damn, this shit could go on a tape
Bitches lovin’ my drive, I never give it a break
Give these niggas the look, the verse, and even the hook
That’s why every song sound like Drake featuring Drake
Straight white pre?, why’s 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 niggas
Guess it’s funny how money can make change outta niggas
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 shits would have popped if I was willin’ to help

[Verse 2]
I got a gold trophy from the committee for validation
Bad press over the summer for allegations
I ain’t lyin’, my nigga, my time is money
That’s why I ain’t got time for a nigga who’s time is comin’
A lot of niggas PR stuntin’ like that’s the movement
And I’m the only nigga still know for the music
I swear, fuck them niggas this year
I made Forbes list, nigga
Fuck your list, everything’s lookin’ gorgeous
Without me, rap is just a bunch of orphans
But if I stay in the shit, there’s a bunch of corpses
And me and my dread nigga from New Orleans
Stashin’ money like quarters off multi-platinum recordings
Eat it like I’m seated at Swiss?
Nothin’ was the same, this shit for Easy and Cocoa
This shit for Kareem, this shit for Jaevon
This shit for Julius, Milly Mill
We do this shit 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 niggas just need to chill
If anything happen to poppy, might pop a nigga 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 nigga blew up after Lupe
Niggas treat me like I’ve been here for 10
Some niggas been here for a couple, never been here again
I’m on my King James shit, I’m tryin’ to win here again
A young nigga tryin’ to win here again
Man, what’s up

[Outro]
Yeah
A young nigga 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 fucked up, shorty
Aww yeah