Текст песни: Hype (Drake )

[Intro: Baka]
Man, don't live of a di hype, huh?
Real ting, ay!
[Verse 1: Drake]
Yeah, I pull up in Lexus' like it's '07,
I just hit a lick, I got to hit a next one,
Last year I know you learned your lesson,
I could GPS you if you need addressin'.
Boss up, I'm the bigger homie,
But I'm one year older than my lil' homie,'09 they was biddin' on me,
But I'm Young Money, got it written on me.
Okay, now we got some action,
Everything I said, it happened,
That boy light as Michael Jackson,
But off verses, he been blackin'.
Chasin' women a distraction,
They wan' be on TV right next to me,
You cannot be right here next to me,
Don't you see Riri right next to me?
I hate a rapper especially,
They feel the same, but they hide it,
They just discuss it in private,
Don't get along man, we tried it.
What's the point in even tryin'?
I hate a goofy especially,
They always dyin' to mention me,
They gotta die out eventually,
I cannot give you the recipe,
You know the game is sold separately.
Swear I just had an epiphany,
It cost me 50 at Tiffany's,
Shout out to Tiffany, Stephanie,
They used to always come check for me.
My enemies wanna be friends with my other enemies,
I don't let it get to me.
[Chorus: Drake]
Done,
Look what I've done in my life,
I had to count it and count it again
To make sure the money was right.
They love to talk,
Me? I'm just donin' the hype.
Me? I'm just donin' the hype.
Me? I'm just done, done, done, done, done…
[Verse 2: Drake]
I don't take this shit for granted,
I do my own propaganda,
I feel like Juelz Santana,
Leg hangin' out the Phantom.6 cold like Alaska,
VIEWS already a classic,
Roy outta here like NASA,
Bustin' 1's out the plastic.
Her ‘
Gram too poppin' to fuck her,
The chain too heavy to tuck it, I'm serious,
I feed my family with this,
So don't play with my money this summer, I'm serious.
I don't run outta material,
You shouldn't speak on me, period.
You try to give 'em your side of the story,
They heard it, but they wasn't hearin' it.
They feelin' a way and won't hide it,
Niggas done bein' silent,
Don't get along, man, we tried it,
What's the point of even tryin'?
I hate a goofy especially,
They always dyin' to mention me,
They gotta go, they gotta go,
They gonna die out eventually.
I cannot give 'em no empathy,
I'ma have b's when I'm 70,
They cannot fuck with my legacy,
I don't know what else is left for me,
After this there's no one a threat me.
My enemies wanna be friends with my other enemies,
I don't let it get to me.
[Chorus: Drake]
Done,
Look what I've done in my life,
I had to count it and count it again
To make sure the money was right.
They love to talk,
Me? I'm just donin' the hype.
Me? I'm just donin' the hype.
Me? I'm just done, done, done, done, done…

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