I see why but Drake definitely should've called,
Now that I'm listening to it....Drake may have been taking shots at someone on this verse....
Yeah, on MMG, I'll fuck a rapper’s wife
She ain't even my type but I'll make the sacrifice
Have her splittin’ thighs, like she work at Gladys Knight's
Yeah, I was never nothin' nice
Niggas know the real secrets left in Hidden Hills
Bought the whole street up and I got it for a stеal
Middle men linin', then I cut thеm out the deal
Turned cutthroat for real
I was on a ride while you boys was sittin' still
I've been on a high while you boys are on the pills
And God forbid I die, many of you boys ain't in on the will (Yeah, ayy)
Cold world, baby girl, but I ain't from the ’Ville
Cold world, baby girl, but I ain’t from the 'Ville
Not a politician but I bet I pass a bill (Six)
Yeah, niggas try to copy sound but they never had the feel
Lucian and me just like Kobe and Shaquille but we never even chill
And that's the reason goin' independent, it just never had appeal
Plus, I blew up independent, put blue up in a pendant
I bought her an apartment so I knew her like a tenant
All the verses tailor-made for you to get offended
It was never unintended
String her ass along, I'll thread her through the needle
Backyard Tiger Woods worthy for the Eagle
Number two and three is like Madonna and The Beatles
I ain’t worried 'bout you people