Drake - 5AM In Toronto lyrics

[Intro] Yeah This song’s from old Tommy Campos Dice Raw sh** For my n***as, though [Verse 1] You underestimated greatly Most number ones ever, how long did it really take me The part I love most is they need me more than they hate me So they never take shots, I got everybody on safety I could load every gun with bullets that fire backwards You probably wouldn’t lose a single rapper n***as make threats, can’t hear ‘em over the laughter Yeah, that’s cause I’m headed to the bank, n***a Sinatra lifestyle, I’m just being Frank with you I mean, where you think she at when she ain’t with you Wildin’, doin’ sh** that’s way out of your budget Owl sweaters and saddle luggage, you gotta love it Damn, this sh** could go on a tape b**hes lovin’ my drive, I never give it a break Give these n***as the look, the verse, and even the hook That’s why every song sound like Drake featuring Drake Straight white pre?, why’s it always me Got us watchin’ our words like there’s wire taps on the team Cause I show love, never get the same outta n***as Guess it’s funny how money can make change outta n***as For real Some nobody started feelin’ himself A couple somebodies started k**in’ themself A couple albums dropped, those are still on the shelf I bet them sh**s would have popped if I was willin’ to help [Verse 2] I got a gold trophy from the committee for validation Bad press over the summer for allegations I ain’t lyin’, my n***a, my time is money That’s why I ain’t got time for a n***a who’s time is comin’ A lot of n***as PR stuntin’ like that’s the movement And I’m the only n***a still know for the music I swear, f** them n***as this year I made Forbes list, n***a f** your list, everything’s lookin’ gorgeous Without me, rap is just a bunch of orphans But if I stay in the sh**, there’s a bunch of corpses And me and my dread n***a from New Orleans Stashin’ money like quarters off multi-platinum recordings Eat it like I’m seated at Swiss? Nothin’ was the same, this sh** for Easy and Cocoa This sh** for Kareem, this sh** for Jaevon This sh** for Julius, Milly Mill We do this sh** for real All them boys in my will All them boys is my wheel Anything happen to pop and I got you like Uncle Phil Weezy been on that edge, you n***as just need to chill If anything happen to poppy, might pop a n***a for real Comin’ live from the screwface, livin’ out a suitcase But I’m feelin’ good, Johnny got me pushin’ two plates My weight up, I refuse to wait up, I started a new race It’s funny when you think a n***a blew up after Lupe n***as treat me like I’ve been here for 10 Some n***as been here for a couple, never been here again I’m on my King James sh**, I’m tryin’ to win here again A young n***a tryin’ to win here again Man, what’s up [Outro] Yeah A young n***a tryin’ to win here again If I like her, I just fly her to the city I’m in I got her drinkin’ with your boy I got her f**ed up, shorty Aww yeah