Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drake
Vocals
Cappadonna
Background Vocals
Adrian Eccleston
Guitar
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Programming
Paul Jefferies
Programming
Curtis Mayfield
Sampled Artist
Noah Shebib
All Instruments
Whitney Houston
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah "40" Shebib
Composer
Anthony Palman
Composer
Aubrey Drake Graham
Composer
D.W. Foster
Composer
Linda Jenner
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Noel Cadastre
Recording Engineer
Luke Leveille
Assistant Recording Engineer
Miguel Scott
Assistant Recording Engineer
John Nettlesbey
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lindsey Warner
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Jeff Crake
Assistant Recording Engineer
Noah Shebib
Recording Engineer
Noel Campbell
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Alright
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Comin' off the last record, I'm gettin' twenty million off the record
Just to off these records, ****, that's a record
I'm livin' like I'm out here on my last adventure
Past the present when you have to mention
This is nothin' for the radio, but they'll still play it, though
'Cause it's that new Drizzy Drake, that's just the way it go
Heavy airplay all day with no chorus
We keep it thorough, ****, rap like this for all of my borough ****
I reached the point where don't shit matter to me, ****
I reached heights that Dwight Howard couldn't reach, ****
Prince Akeem, they throw flowers at my feet, ****
I could go a hour on this beat, ****
I'm just as famous as my mentor
But that's still the boss, don't get sent for
Get hype on tracks and jump in front of a bullet you wasn't meant for
'Cause you don't really wanna hear me vent more
Hot temper, scary outcome
Here's a reason for **** that's hatin' without one
That always let they mouth run
Bench players talkin' like starters, I hate it
Started from the bottom, now we here, ****, we made it
Yeah, Tom Ford Tuscan Leather smellin' like a brick
Degenerates, but even Ellen love our shit
Rich enough that I don't have to tell 'em that I'm rich
Self-explanatory, you just here to spread the story, wassup?
[Verse 2]
Sittin' Gucci Row like they say up at UNLV
Young rebel, Young Money, nothing you could tell me
Paperwork takin' too long, maybe they don't understand me
I'll compromise if I have to, I gotta stay with the family
Not even talkin' to Nicki, communication is breakin'
I dropped the ball on some personal shit, I need to embrace it
I'm honest, I make mistakes, I'd be the second to admit it
Think that's why I need her in my life, to check me when I'm trippin'
On a mission tryna shift the culture
Tell me who dissin', I got some things that'll hit the culprit
Them strep throat flows, them shits to stop all of the talkin'
All of the talkin', got one reply for all of your comments
Fuck what you think, I'm too busy, that's why you leave a message
Born a perfectionist, guess that makes me a bit obsessive
That shit I heard from you lately really relieved some pressure
Like aye, B I got your CD, you get an E for effort
I piece letters together and get to talkin' reckless
Owl chains like credentials, you know you see the necklace
My life's a completed checklist
I'm tired of hearin' 'bout who you checkin' for now
Just give it time, we'll see who's still around a decade from now
That's real
[Verse 3]
How much time is this **** spendin' on the intro?
Lately, I've been feelin' like Guy Pearce in Memento
I just set the bar, **** fall under it like a limbo
The family all that matters, I'm just out here with my kinfolk
Off everything my pen wrote, we went from Bundy to Winslow
This for shorty up on Glengrove who love when I catch my tempo
I sip the Pora and listen to Cappadonna (Talk to 'em)
The fresh prince, just had dinner with Tatyana, no lie
All these '90s fantasies on my mind
The difference is that with mine, they all come true in due time
I might come through without security to check if you're fine
That's just me on my solo, like fuck it, like YOLO
Wanted to tell you, "Accept yourself"
You don't have to prove shit to no one except yourself
And if you end up needin' some extra help, then I could help
You know, back on your feet and shit
Tryna get my karma up, fuck the guilty and greedy shit
How much time is this **** spendin' on the intro?
How this **** workin' like he got a fuckin' twin, though?
Life is soundin' crazy, 40 on Martin Scorsese
And I wouldn't change a thing if you paid me, now real ****, wassup?
Aye, yeah, aye
How much time is this **** spendin' on the intro?
[Outro]
If there's hell below
I'll see you when you get there
Are you enjoyin' yourselves?
If we may, we would just like to close off with something a bit inspirational
Hopefully, uh, something a bit relevant
As to us all
Are having the same fears, shedding similar tears
And of course, dying in so many years
It don't mean that we can't have a good life
So we'd like to just maybe close out with something
Some food for thought for all of us
Written by: Anthony Palman, Aubrey Drake Graham, D.W. Foster, David Foster, L. Thompson Jenner, Lawrence Parker, Noah "40" Shebib, Warren McGlone