5 Am in Toronto (Explicit) - Drake

Lyrics by：Aubrey Graham

Composed by：Aubrey Graham

Yeah

This on some old Tommy Campos Dice Raw s**t you know

For my n***as though

Uh you underestimated greatly

Most number ones ever how long did it really take me

The part I love most is they need me more than they hate me

So they never take shots I got everybody on safety

I could load every gun with bullets that fire backwards

Probably wouldn't lose a single rapper

N***as make threats can't hear 'em over the laughter

Yeah that's 'cause I'm headed to the bank n***a

Sinatra lifestyle I'm just bein' frank with ya

I mean where you think she at when she ain't with ya

Wildin' doin' s**t that's way out of your budget

Owl sweaters inside her luggage you gotta love it

D**n this s**t could go on a tape

B***hes lovin' my drive I never give it a break

Give these n***as the look the verse and even the hook

That's why every song sound like Drake featurin' Drake

Str8 Y pree

Why is it always me

Got us watchin' our words like it's wiretaps on the team

'Cause I show love never get the same outta n***as

Guess it's funny how money can make change outta n***as

For real some nobody started feelin' himself

A couple somebodies started killin' themself

A couple albums dropped those are still on the shelf

I bet them s**ts would have popped if I was willin' to help

I got a gold trophy from the committee for validation

Bad press during the summer over allegations

I ain't lyin' my n***a my time is money

That's why I ain't got time for a n***a whose time is coming

A lot of n***as PR stuntin' like that's the movement

And I'm the only n***a still known for the music I swear

F**k them n***as this year I made Forbes list n***a

F**k your list everything's lookin' gorgeous

Without me rap is just a bunch of orphans

But if I stay then this s**t is a bunch of corpses

And me and my dread n***a from New Orleans

Stashin' money like hoarders off multi-platinum recordings

Eatin' like I'm seated at Swish Sotto and Joso's

Nothing Was The Same this s**t for Ezee and Coco

This s**t for Karim this s**t for Jaevon

This s**t for Julius Milly Mill boy we do this s**t for real

All them boys in my will all them boys is my Wills

Anything happen to pop then I got you like Uncle Phil

Weezy been on that edge you n***as just need to chill

If anything happen to Papi might pop a n***a for real

Comin' live from the screwface livin' out a suitcase

But I'm feelin' good Johnny got me pushin' two plates

My weight up I refused to wait up I started a new race

It's funny when you think a n***a blew up after Lupe

N***as treat me like I've been here for 10

Some n***as been here for a couple never been here again

I'm on my King James s**t I'm tryna win here again

A young n***a tryna win here again man what's up

Ayy yeah a young n***a tryin' to win here again

If I like her I just fly her to the city I'm in

I got her drinkin' with your boy

I got her f**ked up shorty aww yeah