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For real
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My social battery is drained, for real, for real
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Just came from hearin' a lot of niggas cop a lot of pleas, like
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"Oh brother, you know we- you know we brothers, it's never been nothin'"
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The owl emoji also represents OVO, his October's Very Own crew and label. People slid into his DMs with it as an olive branch, but Drake dismisses it as a fake gesture that doesn't undo their stance when he needed them.
I'll tell you, sendin' me that owl emoji in my DM ain't gon' mend nothin'
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Don't try comin' around when the score's back to ten-nothin', for real
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I don't wanna hear none of that shit
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Look up, turbulent flights, dodgin' cumulus clouds
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Squares drawn on the line, but we at the root of it now
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It feels like I gotta lie to even tie
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This is a direct critique of shifting cultural standards ("what's suitable now"). In the streaming and social media era, the definition of a "win" has changed. Is a number-one hit a win if the internet is tearing down your character? Is a massive paycheck a win if you feel isolated?
So I don't even know if these are wins or not based on what's suitable now
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It speaks to the ultimate isolation of celebrity. He is shouting his truth in his lyrics, but the audience is too busy consuming the "Drake product" to actually hear the man behind it.
You don't even hear me though
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The "jacket" Drake references here is the predator/child molester label that Kendrick Lamar pinned on him throughout their 2024 feud, most explicitly on meet the grahams and Not Like Us.
You put that jacket on anybody, you're funeral bound
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But like the goal post, I'm out here just movin' around
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They say conclusions were drawn, but I'm in super denial
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What is a loss? I'll be damned if I'm losin' it now
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I'm the golden goose, shakin' things up at Lucian's house
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I'm in the battlefield really puttin' boots to the ground
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A booster seat for yourselves and the lies that you tell
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If Drake took out the AK, maybe he'd be in jail
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Just based off the name that it spells
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What they say they just smelled?
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I heard they got special places in hell
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For niggas jokin' about evil when they did it themselves, damn
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What, y'all thought I was done?
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Y'all forgot what I done?
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Y'all forgot about Drake, y'all forgot where I'm from?
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Y'all forgot if I gave you a hand, you under the thumb
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Convenient amnesia from all you ballerinas
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It doesn't alter what you said or how it made us see you
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I shouldn't even be shocked to see you in that arena
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Because you always made your career off of switchin' teams up
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I never got a copy of the newest rules
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Apparently the title of the book is called, "Fooling Fools"
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Y'all was ridin' all summer, pedo bars goin' number one
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And yet y'all tryna tell me who's groomin' who
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Comb through this hair, before you cut me for a new recruit
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Before you say, "Toodaloo", off of shit that keep poppin' up on your Google News
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Ain't been in the K since I flew the coupe
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I was on Coulson Ave. with my mama, numbers started goin' through the roof
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Bentley with the B inside the wings like, "Whoopty Woos"
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Spinnin' downtown like hula hoops
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Drake is of Ashkenazi Jewish and African-American decent from his maternal side and paternal side, respectively, resulting in him being a mixed Black man with lighter "fairer" skin.
Is it the fair skin or the Jewish roots?
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Why people wanna not see me on top of the mountain like I do the Dew
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Damn, and f*ck a Billboard number one, man, whoopty-doo
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They riggin' the game, because you fightin' the biggest artist
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They tryna have me stuck in this position like rigor mortis
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Turn my back on you just to give you the biggest target
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They only know your name in the bigger markets
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The numbers back the boast up. Drake's streaming data shows strong penetration across Trinidad and Tobago, India, Pakistan, the Philippines, Portugal, and New Zealand, these are markets that have historically resisted American hip-hop entirely. He is by far the most streamed artist globally over the last dozen years, and his Spotify followers crossed 110 million in April 2026, with total career streams approaching 100 billion.
Never in the little markets, B markets, C markets, all of those is D markets
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You be at the flea market, that's code in the 6ix
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It means chances are you takin' a plea bargain
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You belong in the pack with some rats like Dean Martin
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Me, Wayne, and Mack, the Three Amigos, I'm Steve Martin
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I swear I'm goin' looney over tunes like that green martian, so please stop
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Memories of where we used to live, but truth be told I can't even see the block
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It's blocked by the tree tops
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Please stop askin' about what's goin' on with 23 and me
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I'm a real nigga and he's not, it's in my DNA
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I could've fell back like the married rapper, but we engaged
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I told y'all I'm settled in my evil ways
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These niggas thinkin' that the spot is up for grabs, they'll never see the day
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To be the number one, you gotta lead the way
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And to hold somethin' over my head forever, you're still a couple feet away
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Your insecurities keep spannin' season to season like you Issa Rae
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Plot twist, the owl never sees the cage
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The owl only wakes up to seize the day
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Talkin' about hidin' the Bible, maybe y'all should read a page
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Iced-out crosses on they necks, thinkin' Jesus saves
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Well, even if he does, nigga, either way
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The blasphemy you talk let me know that your amazin' grace gon' be delayed
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You niggas should be ashamed
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The fact you had to bring those talks to get some decent plays, goodness grac-
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God wanna wipe that lil' smug look right off of your f*ckin' face
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All you really did was cap like uppercase
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Dodge a troop, but still managed to finally get a hit that let you run a base
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Niggas sought you out at first
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You need him, so you out at home now just like a double play
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As for these other suckers that's tucked away
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I'm down to put bills on they face
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No wonder why they been duckin' Drake
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Bills on they face, no wonder why they been duckin' Drake, ah
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Let's not even take it to that other place
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You boys too pussy like double dates
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Runnin' out the 6ix like you won a race
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I watched the scouts spazz him with a puzzled face
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Who knows which one of his bubble-shaped tings I must've ushered through the double gates
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Showed her the time of her life while broski havin' stomach aches
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Hearin' 'bout good times at Lovers Lake
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And send her back to you while you sleep walkin' naked in another state
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Ah, you'll live to see another day
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And even if you don't, it's just another day
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We ain't cryin' for your punk ass anyway
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I'm a 6ix-side renegade for anybody addin' more lemons to the lemonade
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Sourin' the vibes that I generate
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I'm sixteen years in the game, this ain't Minute Maid
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Scrimmagin' with scrubs for the love of the game
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'Cause I'm unamused, and all the goats are middle-aged
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And Muggsy Bogues dunked for once, even I'm a bit amazed
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Yeah, someone give the kid a raise
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What is it? The braids?
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Even when I cut 'em, I could never fade
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I mean, it's Drizzy Drake, like
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