[Verse 2: Drake]
Cold hearts and heated floors
, no parental guidance I just see divorce
Therapy sessions, I'm in the waiting room, readin' Forbes
Abandonment issues I'm gettin' treated for
How much water can I fit under the bridge before it overflows?
My son's gotta learn that forgiveness is a lonely road
The cribs on his wheel like motor homes
nikkas love to try and test us like they know what we on
Chubb's got the magazine cover like Rolling Stone
'Cause we already know how they rock, they throwin' stones
Whenever you gettin' bigger, there's growin' pains
I got enough pull to make the city start throwin' games
I'm out here makin' a mockery
I got my realtor out here playin' Monopoly
How can I address you when you don't own property?
They only finesse you when you don't move properly
Destined for the win, but you don't get a prize out of me
I'm destined for the top, but you can't get a rise out of me
Seven-fifty for the round, canaries, and they glitterin'
Man, you nikkas drop trash, you littering
I'm overdelivering to the point, it's belittling
I mean, the PTSD is triggering, the profit is sickening
The stones is shimmering, came from the north
But I got hot as fukk, so ain't no shivering, yeah
Lucky me, people that don't fukk with me
Are linkin' up with people that don't fukk with me to fukk with me
This shyt is getting ugly
And every situation is transactional
And every thing they sayin' is irrational
And every way they movin' is promotional
Everybody's actin' irreplacable, it's like they ain't disposable
My urges for revenge are uncontrollable
I know we're gettin' older though, yeah
But I gotta get a nikka back for that
It's non-negotiable, it's not even debatable
I'm gettin' so rich, my music's not even relatable
I blow ahead up, it's an inflatable
Baby blue G class, I feel like a kid again
Prayin' on my downfall don't make you religious, man
All I hear is plug talk comin' from middleman
All I hear is tall tales comin' from little men
When I say "bytch", I'm very rarely referring to women
Most of the bytches I know are nikkas, they not even women
I know that sounds like I'm being funny, I'm not even kidding
Same ones that say they run the game when they not even in it
To be honest, y'all financial situations my biggest motivation
And how you should take that statement is based on what you makin'
Whips and chains like a dominatrix, wap, pssh
If I see ya', I spit in ya' faces, ha-tu
Daytonas with the green faces
Kentucky derby races, my presence in the spot is so abrasive
Boxxed up the Churchill downs, that's motivation, yeah
And shorty like, "You know that boy Jack is goin' places"