[Verse 1: Drake]
Okay, I just got back from another label meeting, and
I ain't what they looking for, I ain't what they looking for
I ain't really Atlanta, I ain't really Brooklyn, or
I don't fit the bill for none them shows they tryna book him for
Straight n***a tryna get in through a crooked door
Barely fittin' in, 'cause a gimmick's what they took him for
But getting doubted caused me to reroute it
To another destination where, the people, they abouuut ittt!
You ever felt high above it all?
Run your fingers through the clouds like the sky about to fall?
Treat me like I'm rich when I'm about ball
And think once about the clothing that I buy up out the mall
I'm famous, so I get approached fast, Louie and Coach bags
All up in coach class, gem like Topaz, cool like slow Jazz
Dope like coke lines and crack like broke glass
I promise this is me, me

[Hook: Drake & Slakah The Beatchild]
I'm not supposed to do this
I'm supposed to be this n***a that's rapping 'bout gettin' money
And you heard all of my songs, so you know this shit wrong
Please do me a favor and keep it between me and you

[Bridge: Slakah The Beatchild]
You, you, you, you, you
You, you, you, you, you
[Verse 2: Drake]
Yeah...
Okay, I'm floating in my zone without a scheduled descent
The rising and the fall was never my intent
I want this shit forever, printed in cement
And if I ever sin, I promise to repent
I'm only tryin to win, I ain't tryna present
You gotta listen close, like it's coming through the vent
These rappers can't see me, I live behind the tint
And just to get a visual, them n***as gotta squint
There I ammmm – little me in row 23F
Real reconize real, is there none of ya'll left?
Everybody in the game, can't none of ya'll ref
And filter out the bullshit? The fuck is ya'll, deaf?
You're now tuned in to the newcomer of this summer
The Chris Paul of this Fall exist ya'll - yea
And is the realest n***a still I?!
A bitch could love you to death and you still die
Ahhh!

[Hook: Drake & Slakah The Beatchild]
I'm not supposed to do this
I'm supposed to be this n***a that's rapping 'bout gettin' money
And you heard all of my songs, so you know this shit wrong
Please do me a favor and keep it between me and you
[Bridge: Slakah The Beatchild]
You, you, you, you
You, you, you, you
You, you, you, you
You, you, you, you
Just keep it between me and you
You, you, you, you
You, you, you, you

[Outro: Drake]
{*crowd clapping and applause*}
Yeah...
What's goin on, ya'll?
I wanna thank ya'll for coming out tonight
I go by the name of Drake
I got my man Slakah The Beatchild here
My man Häzel
You already know we about to rock tonight
So if you with me, clap ya hands
I'm about to tell you a secret, as long as you can keep it
Between me and you