เนื้อเพลง 5am in Toronto - Drake

[Intro]
Yeah
This on some old Tommy Campos Dice Raw sh*t, you know?
For my n*ggas, though

[Verse]
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*ggas make threats, can't hear 'em over the laughter
Yeah, that's 'cause I'm headed to the bank, n*gga
Sinatra lifestyle, I'm just bein' frank with ya
I mean, where you think she at when she ain't with ya?
Wildin', doin' sh*t that's way out of your budget
Owl sweaters inside her luggage, you gotta love it
Damn, this sh*t could go on a tape
B*tches lovin' my drive, I never give it a break
Give these n*ggas 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*ggas
Guess it's funny how money can make change outta n*ggas
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 sh*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*gga, my time is money
That's why I ain't got time for a n*gga whose time is coming
A lot of n*ggas PR stuntin' like that's the movement
And I'm the only n*gga still known for the music, I swear
F*ck them n*ggas this year, I made Forbes list, n*gga
F*ck your list, everything's lookin' gorgeous
Without me, rap is just a bunch of orphans
But if I stay, then this sh*t is a bunch of corpses
And me and my dread n*gga 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 sh*t for Ezee and Coco
This sh*t for Karim, this sh*t for Jaevon
This sh*t for Julius, Milly Mill, boy, we do this sh*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*ggas just need to chill
If anything happen to Papi, might pop a n*gga 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*gga blew up after Lupe
N*ggas treat me like I've been here for 10
Some n*ggas been here for a couple, never been here again
I'm on my King James sh*t, I'm tryna win here again
A young n*gga tryna win here again, man, what's up?

[Outro]
Ayy, yeah, a young n*gga 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*cked up, shorty, aww yeah