8 Out Of 10 lyrics

[Intro: Drake]

Too rich for who? Y'all just got rich again

Who grips the mic and likes to kill they friends?

I never been the type to make amends

If shit was at a eight we like to-we like to-we like to-

Yeah, if shit was at a eight we like to make it a ten

1da sent this in, I'm going up all the way

I don't like to talk when there's nothing else left to say

[Chorus: Drake]

Drizzy 'bout to drop, the game is in disarray

I'd tell you hear me out but we both know end of the day

Your sister is pressin' play

Your trainer is pressin' play

Your wifey, your wifey, your wifey, your wifey

[Verse 1: Drake]

I gotta breathe in real deep when I catch an attitude

I got a whole 'nother level that I can tap into

Max said they only bless when they attached to you

The only deadbeats is whatever beats I been rappin' to

And the product is still the best though

It's only good in my city because I said so

Just the 50 estate man, I had to cop a feel like presto, voila, tada

[Pre-Chorus: Drake]

Never a matter of could I or should I-

Kiss my son on the forehead then kiss your ass goodbye

As luck would have it I've settled into my role as the good guy

I guess luck is on your side

I guess luck is on your side

All sevens, no sixes

Rest easy get some shut eye

Hold on, hold on

But I-- miss makin' 'em pay

Helipad from Will Smith crib straight to the stage

Three Forum shows, but I played Staples today

The neighborhood is smokey, y'all stay safe in this place

[Chorus: Drake]

Drizzy 'bout to drop, the game is in disarray

I'd tell you hear me out but we both know end of the day

Your niggas is pressin' play

Your nanny is pressin' play

Your wifey, your wifey, your wifey, your wifey

[Verse 2: Drake]

Had to go and hit reset, now we here

I been on top for three sets of three years

I can't be around the niggas you minglin' with

I can't fly if I can't sit on the wing of this shit

Try to pay it less mind

They been keepin' tabs on me like I be payin' next time

I think I sense a little fear from the other side

White vans parked across the street, real subtle guys

[Pre-Chorus: Drake]

Yeah, never a matter of could I, should I-

Kiss my mom on the forehead, then kiss your ass goodbye

As luck would have it I've settled into my role as the good guy

I guess luck is on your side

I guess luck is on your side

All sevens, no sixes

Rest easy get some shut eye

Hold on, hold on

But I-- (haha)

[Outro: Plies]

But I can't argue with you

No! You mad!

Look at you! You mad!

You big mad! (hahaha)

I'm happy!

Leave me alone!

I just want some money

A lot of money

I don't get paid to argue with you

No! Who is you?

You ain't nobody

You mad!

• Artist:Drake
• Album:Scorpion (2018)