[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"
