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Drake

7am On Bridle Path

 

7am On Bridle Path

(album: Certified Lover Boy - 2021)


Yeah (Go Squad)
Ayy
Look

I wish everyone could tell me exactly what they need from me
The first second they speak to me, I'm not with all the secrecy
Secretly beefing me behind closed doors
But playing 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
Throwing parties in Miami, they loving us mucho
With the ho ratio, I'm like David Caruso
There's a mad shortage of people giving me kudos
I been doing this since T-Pain was pouring us Nuvo
You tell 'em I run the country, they'll say, "True, though"
Papi chulo, gripping culo
And I got the flows niggas steal like boot toes
You boys reaching new lows
Letting me take the rap for that Casper the Ghost shit
While you finding 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
Or switch it to the one I call "R.I.P. Nipsey"
'Cause I swear to God the bezel got sixty of them blue stones
Maybe I'm getting too stoned
Calacatta marble for 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 talking 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 true without blowing eyelashes
Up in 'Bron crib, fishbowl wineglasses
That's how we passing time
Hundred thousand on the line
At the table praying 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 coming 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 training Marines
You niggas hot to them little kids, you ain't famous to me
Told you I'm aiming straight for the head, not aiming to please
I could 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 leaving ya
That's why you buying into the hype that the press feeding ya
You know the fourth level of jealousy is called media
Isn't that an ironic revelation?
Give that address to your driver, make it your destination
'Stead of just a post out of desperation
This me reaching the deepest state of my meditation
While you over there tryna impress the nation
Mind's running wild with the speculation
Why the fuck we peacemaking, doing 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, Denmark a nigga like Copenhagen
See, they getting loose with the line like open cages
In the La Ferrari, my emotions racing, dancing out a condo, ocean bathing
Niggas texting "Bro," but we are not of 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 debating
You boys 'bout to wheel me to defeat like we rollerblading
Far as the Drake era, man, we in the golden ages
Look at the total wages
And look at the heroes falling from grace in their older ages
If we talking top three, then you been sliding to third like stolen bases
Toss around Rollies with the frozen faces
They used to tell me back in the day, "Boy, you're going places"
Never understood where I could really take it

Yeah

done

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