Drake caps back at Pusha T

[Intro]
I'm in shock
The nerve, the audacity
Okay


[Verse]
So if you rebuke me for working with someone else on a couple of Vs
What do you really think of the nigga that's making your beats?
I've done things for him I thought he never would need
Father had to stretch his hands out and get it from me
I pop style for 30 hours, then let him repeat

Now, you popping up with the jokes, I'm dead, I'm asleep
I just left from over by y'all putting pen to the sheets
Tired of sitting quiet, letting my enemies eat
Keep getting temperature checks
They know that my head overheats
Don't know why the fuck you niggas listen to [?]
Must've had your Infrared wrong, now your head on the beam
Ya'll are the spitting image of whatever jealousy breeds
Don’t push me when I’m in album mode

You are not even top 5 as far as your label talent goes
You send shots, well, I got to challenge those
I bring calicoes to the alamo
I could never have a Virgil in my circle and hold him back cuz' he makes me nervous
I wanna see my brothers flourish to their higher purpose
You niggas leeches and serpents

I think it's good that now the teachers is learning
Your brother said, it was your cousin then him, then you
So, you don't rap what you did, you just rap what you knew
Don't be ashamed, it's plenty niggas that do what you do

There's no malice in your heart, you're an approachable dude
Man, you might've sold some college kids some nikes and mercedes
But, you act like you sold drugs for Escobar in the 80's

I had a microphone of yours, but then the signature faded
I think that pretty much resembles what's been happening lately
Please believe your demise will be televised

And as for Q, man I changed his life a couple times
Nigga was at Kroger working double time
Ya'll acting like he made the boy when I was trying to help the guy

Yeah, who gassed you to play with me?
Man, you made this shit easy as ABCs
Whoever supposedly making me hits, but then got no hits sound like they need me

My hooks did it
My lyrics did it
My spirit did it

I'm fearless with it
Yeah
I really shouldn't have given you none of my time
Cuz' you older than the nigga you running behind

Look, holla at me when you multi-million
I told you keep playing with my name and I'ma let it ring on you
Like Virginia Williams

I'm too resilient, Get out your feelings
It's gonna be a cruel summer for you
I told Weezy and Baby "I'ma done him for you"
Tell Ye' we gotta invoice coming to you
Considering we just sold another 20 for you
To be h
onest
 
Drake bodied Pusha T on 2 birds 1 stone too


But really it's you with all the drug dealer stories
That's gotta stop, though
You made a couple chops and now you think you Chapo
If you ask me though, you ain't lining the trunk with kilos
You bagging weed watching Pacino with all your niggas
Like, "This what we need to be on," but you never went live
You middle-man in this shit, boy, you was never them guys
I can tell, 'cause I look most of you dead in your eyes
And you'll be tryna sell that story for the rest of your lives
 
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