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I might be too strung out on compliments, overdosed on confidenceStarted not to give a fuck and stopped fearing the consequenceDrinking every night because we drink to my accomplishmentsFaded way too long, I'm floatin' in and out of consciousnessAnd they saying I'm back, I agree with thatI just take my time with all this shit, I still believe in thatI had someone tell me I fell off, ooh I needed thatAnd they want to see me pick back up, well, where'd I leave it at?I know I exaggerated things, now I got it like thatTuck my napkin in my shirt cause I'm just mobbin' like thatYou know good and well that you don't want a problem like thatYou gonna make someone around me catch a body like thatNo, don't do it, please don't do itCause one of us goes in, and we all go through itAnd Drizzy got the money, so Drizzy gonna pay itThose my brothers, I ain't even gotta say itThat's just something they know
[Chorus:]They know, they know, they knowThat the real is on the rise, fuck them other guysI even gave 'em a chance to decide, now it's something they knowThey know, they know, they know
I be yelling out money over everything, money on my mindThen she wanna ask when it got so emptyTell her I apologize, happened over timeShe says they miss the old Drake, girl don't tempt meIf they don't get it, they'll be over youThat new shit that you got is overdueYou better do what you supposed to doI'm like "why I gotta be all that?" but still I can't deny the factThat it's true, listening to you expressing all them feelingsSoap opera rappers, all these niggas sound like "All My Children"And that's who you thinking is 'bout to come and make a killingI guess it really is just me, myself and all my millionsYou know that they ain't even got it like thatYou gonna hype me up and make me catch a body like thatCause I live for this, it isn't just a hobby like thatWhen they get my shit and play it, I ain't even gotta say it, they know
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I be yelling out: money over everything, money on my mindTell them I apologize, it happened over time, they know
I heard once that they would rather hear about memories than enemiesRather hear what was or will be than what isRather hear how you got it over how much it cost youRather hear about finding yourself and how you lost youRather you make this an open letterAbout family and struggle and it taking foreverAbout hearts that you’ve broken and ties that you’ve severedNo doubt in my mind, that’ll make them feel better