Текст песни Drake - 5 AM In Toronto

[Drake Talking]

This on some old Tommy Campos, DICE raw shit…you know

For my niggas though….

[Verse]

You underestimated greatly. Most #1?s ever, how long did it really take me

The part I love most is that they need me more than they hate me

So they never take shots I got everybody on safety

I can load every gun with bullets that fire backwards

You probably wouldn’t lose a single rapper

Niggas make threats, can’t hear them over the laughter

That’s cause I’m headed to the bank nigga

Sinatra lifestyle, I’m just being Frank with ya

I mean where you think she at when she not with ya?

Wildin, doing shit that’s way out of your budget

Owl sweaters inside of luggage you gotta love it

Damn, this shit go could on a tape

Bitches loving my drive I never give it a break

Give these niggas the look, the verse, and even the hook.

That’s why every song sounding like Drake featuring Drake

TR888. Y Pree? Why is it always me?

Got us watching our words like its wire taps on the team

Cause I show love, never get the same out of niggas

Guess it’s funny how money can make change out of niggas, for real

Some nobodies started feeling themself

A couple somebodies starting killing themself

A couple albums dropped, those are still on the shelf

I bet them shits woulda popped, If I was willing to help

I got a gold trophy from the committee for validation

Bad press over the summer for allegations

I ain’t lying nigga, my time is money

That’s why I aint got the time for a nigga whose time is coming

A lot of niggas PR stunting like thats the movement

And I’m the only nigga thats still known for the music

I swear, fuck them niggas this year

I made Forbes’ list nigga, fuck your list

Everything’s looking gorgeous

Without me, rap is just a bunch of orphans

But if I stay then this shit is a bunch of corpses

And me and my dread nigga from New Orleans

Stashing money like hoarders off multiplatinum recordings

Eat it like I’m seated at Swish, Sotto, or Joso’s

Nothing was the same, this shit for Ezee and Coco

This shit for Kareem, this shit for Jahvon

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 papi, 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