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Scary Hours 2 Album Lyrics Drake
Singer:– Drake
Album:– Scary Hours 2
Featuring:– Lil Baby & Rick Ross
Producer:– 40, Austin Powerz, Boi-1da, Cardo, Dez Wright, FnZ, Keanu Beats, Maneesh & Supah Mario
Written:– 40, Boi-1da, Cardo, Coco O., Dez Wright, Drake, Lil Baby, Maneesh, Rick Ross, Robin Hannibal & Supah Mario
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[Intro]
Ayy, woah
Ayy, ayy
Yeah
[Refrain]
I’m makin’ a change today
The liquor been takin’ the pain away
I heard you was givin’ your chain away
That’s kinda like givin’ your fame away
What’s wrong with you?
I sit in a box where the owners do
A boss is a role that I’ve grown into
I love you to death but I told you the truth
I can’t just be with you and only you
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I got one, Virgil got one and that there is the only two
Man, how many times have I shown improvement?
How many nights I been, woah
Swervin’ them potholes, not tryna fuck up the wheels on the road, okay
Funny how life goes
He thought he was sick, now he wipin’ his nose, okay
Soon as you give ’em your soul
You blow up and they say you sellin’ your soul, okay
Thеy want my life exposed, thеy wanna know about the highs and lows
[Chorus]
Well summer, all I did was rest, okay?
And New Year’s, all I did was stretch, okay?
And Valentine’s Day, I had sex, okay?
We’ll see what’s ’bout to happen next
Okay? Okay? Okay?
We’ll see what’s ’bout to happen next
Okay? Okay? Okay?
We’ll see what’s ’bout to happen, ayy, ayy
We’ll see what’s ’bout to happen, ayy
We’ll see what’s ’bout to happen
[Refrain]
I’m makin’ a change today
The liquor been takin’ the pain away
I heard you was givin’ your chain away
That’s kinda like givin’ your fame away
What’s wrong with you?
I sit in a box where the owners do
A boss is a role that I’ve grown into
I love you to death but I told you the truth
I–
[Verse 2]
Ayy, yeah
I got one, lawyer got one and that there is the only two
Man, how many times have I told you the truth?
Man, how many nights I been, woah
Swervin’ them potholes, not tryna fuck up the wheels or fuck up the deals
I’m posted in Stockholm, it’s me, the owls and the twins, it’s only the real
I’m movin’ way too humble
Weezy had handed it off, I still got no fumbles
I’m on the hot one hundo, numero uno
This one ain’t come with a bundle
I’m in the Wynn, a million in chocolate chips
And that’s just how my cookie crumble
I put a skirt on a whip and a crown on the six
But there’s no need to dress up the numbers
Ayy, ayy, yeah
But I guess they must have they reasons
They wanna know how I’m livin’ my day-to-day life in the regular season
[Chorus]
Well summer, all I did was rest, okay?
And New Year’s, all I did was stretch, okay?
And Valentine’s Day, I had sex, okay?
We’ll see what’s ’bout to happen next
Okay? Okay? Okay?
We’ll see what’s ’bout to happen next
Okay? Okay? Okay?
We’ll see what’s ’bout to happen, ayy, ayy
We’ll see what’s ’bout to happen, ayy
We’ll see what’s ’bout to happen
[Refrain]
I’m makin’ a change today
The liquor been takin’ the pain away
I heard you was givin’ your chain away
That’s kinda like givin’ your fame away
What’s wrong with you?
I sit in a box where the owners do
A boss is a role that I’ve grown into
I love you to death but I told you the truth
I–
Wants and Needs
[Intro: Drake]
(Six)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
[Verse 1: Drake]
Leave me out the comments, leave me out the nonsense
Speakin’ out of context, people need some content
Niggas tryna keep up, shit is not a contest
Whippin’ Benz concept
Heaven-sent, God-sent
Least that’s what my mom says
Proof is in the progress, money’s not a object
Busy than a motherfucker, you know how my job get
Barkin’ up the wrong tree, you know how the dogs get
Haven’t fallen off yet, yee
Come with a classic, they come around years later and say it’s a sleeper
The earrings are real, the petty is real, might charge my ex for a feature
Deposit the money to Brenda, LaTisha, or Linda, Felicia
She came for me twice, I didn’t even nut for her once, you know I’m a pleaser
Forty-two millimeter, was made in Geneva
Yeah, I probably should go to Yeshiva, we went to Ibiza
Yeah, I probably should go link with Yeezy, I need me some Jesus
But soon as I started confessin’ my sins, he wouldn’t believe us
[Chorus: Drake]
Sins, I got sins on my mind
And some M’s, got a lot of M’s on my mind
And my friends, yeah, I keep my friends on my mind
I’m in love, I’m in love with two girls at one time
And they tens, that’s why I got ten on my mind
I got M’s, got a lot of M’s on my mind
And my friends, yeah, I keep my friends on my mind
Should repent, I need me some Jesus in my life
Amen
[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
I’m from the four, but I love me a threesome
Dior my deleter, she my lil’ secret
He tryna diss me to blow up, I peep it
I can’t respond, we just go at your people
If I left some racks on the bed, you can keep it
This shit gettin’ deeper and deeper, I dig it
My shovel wasn’t bent, I was broke, had to fix it
A shark in the water, you swim with the lil’ fishes
I hit today, by tomorrow, she miss it
I grab her neck, she look up, then I kiss it
I’m not a GOAT, but I fit the description
I like to pour, so I get the prescription
We walk around with them bands in our britches
This gun ain’t gon’ jam, when I blow, I ain’t missin’
I’m droppin’ hit after hit, I’m just chillin’
But I’ll send a hit while I chill with my children
Bigger the business, the bigger the office
I fucked ’round and found me a swag, then I caught up
They call for my artists, they makin’ me offers
I don’t even bargain, I’ll start from the bottom
I lost a Ferrari, Las Vegas, Nevada
I woke up the followin’ day and went harder
I’m crackin’ my shell now, they see that I’m smarter
I gotta get money, I love to get charter
I gave her four Birkins and one’s for her daughter
I can’t let ’em down, walk around with my guard up
I’m screamin’ out “YOLO,” yeah, that’s still the motto
I know I be on some shit that they ain’t thought of
[Chorus: Drake]
Sins, I got sins on my mind
And some M’s, got a lot of M’s on my mind
And my friends, yeah, I keep my friends on my mind
I’m in love, I’m in love with two girls at one time
And they tens, that’s why I got ten on my mind
I got M’s, got a lot of M’s on my mind
And my friends, yeah, I keep my friends on my mind
Should repent, I need me some Jesus in my life
Amen
Lemon Pepper Freestyle
[Intro: Rick Ross]
Tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’
I pray these niggas understand how passionate the tale is
To get you under my pressure
Richer
I been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’
To get you under my pressure
Yes, uh
Biggest, you feel me? (M-M-M-Maybach Music)
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Godfather with a garden full of snakes
Call Porsche, time to give away a Wraith
Bricks boy, tryna turn ’em into bass
Big boy, I been tryin’ buy the Braves
Courtroom soundin’ like I’m in the opera
Went and got it, now these niggas wanna knock us
Bitches fallin’ ’cause they need a couple dollars
But it ain’t a problem ’cause a nigga really got it
Fat boy, rich nigga, with a appetite
Count monеy all night under the candlelight
Spinnin’ vinyl, Tеddy P, or is it Lionel?
Not a model, but I know I been your idol
Big bank, sparkin’ weed without a lighter
On fire ’cause I’m just a different writer
Practicin’ social distance with all these snitch niggas
Guess he jealous ’cause I had his favorite bitch with us
Big bucks, steppin’ outta big trucks
Steppin’ on my feet, it’ll get you fucked up
Got the squad with me and all they did was gimme love
Foot Locker, twenty deep, a nigga spend a dub
G-Wagen for my bitch, that girl go live it up
Death row, that’s for these niggas, I’ma hit ’em up
Makaveli, it’s All Eyez on Me
Pinkie rings, it’s still M.O.B. (M-M-M-Maybach Music)
[Break]
I been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’
To get you under my pressure
I been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’
To get you under my pressure
Tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’
[Verse 2: Drake]
Yeah, heart just turned purple
Three-sixty up front, it all comes full circle
Class photographs, Sandy had me on my Urkel
(I been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’)
Patty Mahomes, ’bout to fall short a couple hunnid
Signed, sealed, delivered, I fucked the notary public
She witnessed me sign off on some undeniable numbers
(I been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’)
Yeah, make a set sail in Croatia to get a leverage
Groundskeepers cuttin’ the grass and clippin’ the hedges
I took two mill’ out the cage down in the desert
Matthew Maddox called in the pit boss, double checkin’
“The number’s all good, just pay me, I’m at the Rhino”
Real life, the whole fam’ goons like Ralo
One truck in front of me, one behind me to follow
Lemme get a lemon pepper order, please
You gotta have the link before you order these
Dockin’ jet skis in the Florida Keys
We all grateful for Weezy, but no one more than me
You just found a bottle with the messages
These days, fame is disconnected from excellence
Half the time, I gotta ask niggas what they profession is
Ushered a generation in, these are where my confessions live
(I been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’)
I did brunch with the judge we appearin’ before
Private villas only, I don’t go near a resort
We want everything galore, not just Lira Galore
(I been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’)
For real, and my city love me like DeMar DeRozan
I sent her the child support, she sent me the heart emoji
They all say they love me, but they hardly know me
(I been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’)
Yeah, dropped him off at school, big day for my lil’ man
Recess hits, daddy prolly made another M
School bell rings and I’m out there to get him again
(I been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’)
Yeah, teacher-parent meetings, wives get googly-eyed
Regardless of what they husbands do to provide
Askin’ if I know Beyoncé and Nicki Minaj
(I been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’)
Of course, pull up to the front in the fleet of Suburbans
Flooded French Immersion with the Secret Service
Shit is so obvious, it defeats the purpose
If this is your hobby, then come and meet your maker
Champagne, ring bells in the streets of Jamaica
Started at the crib, look how far this shit’ll take ya
Ross sittin’ on two hunnid thirty-five acres
(I been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’)
And that’s facts, Hamdan Mohammed like my third cousin (Facts)
Mansoor Mohammed like my real brother (Facts)
Dubai embrace me like a Emirati (Facts)
All my Rolls-Royces got a different body (Facts)
Mansory, kitted out with every option (Facts)
Lemme know if that’s a problem (I been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’)
If you got a problem with me, gotta walk around it
Used to say I had ‘fore I got it, now I got it all
And bein’ honest, I don’t really wanna talk about it
And if I didn’t have it, wouldn’t wanna sulk about it
I had it so long, I don’t even celebrate it
Negative thoughts don’t even enter my inner matrix
‘Magine me still rappin’ ’bout if I never made it
(I been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’)
Damn, not too many parallels left in our lives
I mean, my crib look bigger through my son’s eyes
And the squad look bigger to the young guys
And my dick feel better when you drunk, right?
Spend nighttime starin’ at the sunrise
And my diamonds all hittin’ like tie-dye
Air Canada Centre nigga when I die
Y’all gon’ have to fly in and do your fake cry
First couple rows, you gon’ see the real guys
The ones that purchase they vehicles ’cause their trunk size
The ones that look at other rappers like it’s lunch time
Watch on my wrist never showed me crunch time
‘Cause I ain’t never let it come to that one time
To be real, man, I never did one crime
But none of my brothers could caption that line
At all, kill me, that’s talent God wasted
Instant noodles, sriracha, I still taste it
When mama was too tired to cook and we had the basics
Instant noodles, sriracha, I still taste it
Now it’s a movie, I’m back at Bellag’, wasted
Niggas love tryna put my back where the walls facin’
Big body frames, wasn’t into car racin’
Me and Chubbs drive by, shorty heart racin’
I always end up droppin’ the top when it starts rainin’
Livin’ in the 6, eight weeks, sun blazin’
After that, the killers just go into hibernation
(I been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’)
Damn, rest in peace Dolla Bill
How I get a girl and girls still wanna holla still?
How I’m so famous, gotta live where they hide the hills?
(I been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’)
Everybody that survive got survivor’s guilt
My label gotta prove they love me, gotta wire mills
My boy kitchen’s done, lookin’ like a flour mill
You niggas’ faces lookin’ like you drink sour milk
And your albums like some mothafuckin’ fire drills
It’s like this shit feels real, but it’s never real (Yeah)
[Outro]
I been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’
To get you under my pressure
I been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’
To get you under my pressure
