Drake "5AM in Toronto" lyrics

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5AM in Toronto

YeahThis on some “old Tommy Campos Dice Raw” shitFor my niggas, though

You underestimated greatlyMost number ones ever, how long did it really take me?The part I love most is they need me more than they hate meSo they never take shots, I got everybody on safetyI could load every gun with bullets that fire backwardsYou probably wouldn’t lose a single rapperNiggas make threats, can’t hear ‘em over the laughterYeah, that’s cause I’m headed to the bank, niggaSinatra lifestyle, I’m just being frank with youI mean, where you think she at when she ain’t with you?Wildin’, doin’ shit that’s way out of your budgetOwl sweaters inside her luggage, you gotta love itDamn, this shit could go on a tapeBitches lovin’ my drive, I never give it a breakGive these niggas the look, the verse, and even the hookThat’s why every song sound like Drake featuring DrakeStr8, Y pree? Why is it always me?Got us watchin’ our words like there’s wire taps on the teamCause I show love, never get the same outta niggasGuess it’s funny how money can make change outta niggasFor realSome nobody started feelin’ himselfA couple somebodies started killin’ themselfA couple albums dropped, those are still on the shelfI bet them shits would have popped if I was willin’ to helpI got a gold trophy from the committee for validationBad press during the summer over allegationsI ain’t lyin’, my nigga, my time is moneyThat’s why I ain’t got time for a nigga who’s time is comin’A lot of niggas PR stuntin’ like that’s the movementAnd I’m the only nigga still known for the musicI swear, fuck them niggas this yearI made Forbes list, niggaFuck your list, everything’s lookin’ gorgeousWithout me, rap is just a bunch of orphansBut if I stay in the shit, there’s a bunch of corpsesAnd me and my dread nigga from New OrleansStashin’ money like hoarders off multi-platinum recordingsEating like I’m seated at Swish, Sotto, and Joso’sNothing Was The Same, this shit for Easy and CocoaThis shit for Kareem, this shit for JaevonThis shit for Julius, Milly MillBoy we do this shit for realAll them boys in my willAll them boys is my wheelsAnything happen to pop then I got you like Uncle PhilWeezy been on that edge, you niggas just need to chillIf anything happen to Papi, might pop a nigga for realComin’ live from the screwface, livin’ out a suitcaseBut I’m feelin’ good, Johnny got me pushin’ two platesMy weight up, I refuse to wait up, I started a new raceIt’s funny when you think a nigga blew up after LupeNiggas treat me like I’ve been here for tenSome niggas been here for a couple, never been here againI’m on my King James shit, I’m tryna win here againA young nigga tryin’ to win here againMan, what’s up?

YeahA young nigga tryin’ to win here againIf I like her, I just fly her to the city I’m inI got her drinkin’ with your boyI got her fucked up, shortyAww yeah

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