Drake talking:
This is why i do this shit.
I think they call this, uhm, venting.
Verse 1:
Yea
Look
Uhh.
This is me.
Still the same.
They want the hits.
I play the game.
No auto tune, but you can feel the pain.
It all comes spilling out like i hit a vein.
Watt up lil bra.
Watt up slum ville.
I hope you know that y'all the reason i have fun still.
The fans thinking that we all signed for one meal.
Equal opportunities rapping, that shit is unreal.
That ain't how it works.
That ain't that how it goes.
And i been getting high to balance out the lows.
And i could use a writer to balance my flows.
But i never share my thoughts,
This is all a nigga knows.
And every time i try, it opens up my eyes.
These verses are a chan...