4PM in Calabasas lyrics

[Verse]

Yeah

All you self-promoters are janky

We established like the Yankees

This whole fuckin' game thankless

We movin' militant but somehow you the one tankin'

No limit to where I can take it

And you know me as a Cris' bottle sender, check picker-upper

I thought we looked out for one another

Saw us all as brothers in the struggle, too blessed to be humble

I guess it's different in the city I come from

All the sudden I got people showing how much they truly resent me

They whole demeanor just spells envy, they tryna tempt me

The higher I get, the less they accept me

Even had the OG's tryna press me, ha-ha-ha, ha

No way out 'cause I'm already in it

I'm not attending when I do a show and get a ticket

Good business can clean millions, I got the vision

I been had it since "No Scrubs" and "No Pigeons"

Even back when I wasn't as poppin'

When they told me take an R&B nigga on the road

And I told 'em no and drew for Kendrick and Rocky

I tried to make the right choices with the world watching

"Mike never tried to rap like Pac, Pac never tried to sing like Mike"

Those my dad's words to me when I asked him how to make it in life

And I always said my mother gave the greatest advice, yeah

Look at me now, they look at me like the golden child

Can't nobody hold me down

Especially not right now

Certain shit is just too wild to reconcile

Take that, take that

No love in they heart so they fake that

DiCaprio level the way they play that

Damn, nigga, what is that?

Y'all don't hear no songs

They hit my phone like, "You did that"

They even hit my line like, "Where you been at?"

It's always on some shit like

"When can I get a favor?" or, "Where my bitch at?"

Like I'm about to tell you where she been at

Costa Careyes, I got her kidnapped

She ain't sorry and I ain't sorry, it's too late for sorry

Green, white, and red on my body 'cause I'm dipped in Ferrari

All she wanna do is get high and listen to PARTY

She complain, I tell the driver to drop her at Barneys

My summer diet is just Rosé and calamari

Look, now you got me started

I'm the black sheep, rest in peace to Chris Farley

I got a lot to lose 'cause in every situation I'm the bigger artist Always gotta play it smarter

Y'all shook up, I'm here on the cookup

Cameras pointing every time I look up

That's why I gotta duck behind Chubb's shoulder just to hit the kush up

Sponsorship dollars is sky high

He be like, "Drake, will you please stop smoking la-la?"

Chubbs, why try? I'm a thug, I'ma die high

Got the rose pink tinted lenses, it's a Wednesday

Architects takin' dimensions, they redoin' the entrance

Yeah, redoin' the entrance

Kinda like when you niggas drop on some again and again shit

And you still never quite get it

Meantime, Drizzy over there, tryna make you, make you dance to this

Yeah, I make you dance to this

I roll big body, wide body, Calabasas road winder

Sun shinin', waxed tires

See Kris Jenner, I beep twice and I wave

The rest of you boys, I blow Keeks right in your face

Pistol by my bed, I'm sleep, but I'm awake

For that one night when niggas try reach inside my safe

Don't push me 'cause I'm way too uneasy nowadays

These guys move so greezy nowadays

I tell you my life and y'all don't believe me when I say it

Save my stories for down the line

I'm too ahead of the curve every time

Just total the hits and see what you find, you SWV

'Cause you weak and I'm always, always on your mind

[Outro]

Yeah, and we can't stop

Make you dance to this, uh

I'ma make you One Dance to this

A-ha-ha-ha, ha

Bod breed, bod bwoi

Uh-huh, yeah

That's right, yeah

• Artist:Drake
• Album:Care Package