Drake THE HEART PART 6

Now let me see ya prove it Just let me see ya prove it Alright The Pulitzer Prize winner is definitely spiralin' I got your fucking lines tapped, I swear that I'm dialed in First, I was a rat, so where's the proof of the trial then? Where's the paperwork or the cabinet it's filed in? 1090 Jake would've took all the walls down The streets would've had me hidin' out in a small town My Montreal connects stand up, not fall down The ones that you're gettin' your stories from, they all clowns I am a war gеneral, seasoned in prеparation My jacket is covered in medals, honor and decoration You waited for this moment, overcome with the desperation We plotted for a week and then we fed you the information A daughter that's eleven years old, I bet he takes it We thought about giving a fake name or a destination But you so thirsty, you not concerned with investigation Instead you in Advantage Studio, it's a celebration You gotta learn to fact check things and be less impatient Your fans are rejoicin' thinkin' this is my expiration Even the picture you used, the jokes and the medication The Maybach glove and the drug he uses for less inflation Master manipulator, you bit on the speculation You dumb and reactive, nigga, I'm petty with dedication What about the bones we dug up in that excavation? And why isn't Whitney denyin' all of the allegations? Why is she following Dave Free and not Mr. Morale? You haven't seen the kids in six months, the distance is wild Dave leaving heart emojis underneath pics of the child Speakin' of anything with a child, let's get to that now This Epstein angle was the shit I expected TikTok videos you collected and dissected Instead of being on some diss-direct shit You rather fucking grab your pen and misdirect shit My mom came over today and I was like, "Mother, I–, mother, I–, mother–" Ahh, wait a second, that's that one record where you say you got molested Aw, fuck me, I just made the whole connection This about to get so depressin' This is trauma from your own confessions This when your father leave you home alone with no protection, so neglected That's why these pedophile raps is shit you so obsessed with, it's so excessive They acting like it's so aggressive But you just never known affection I don't wanna diss you anymore, this really got me second guessing "Touch My Body" by Mariah Carey play, you probably start reflectin' I never been with no one underage but now I understand why this the angle that you really mess with Just for clarity, I feel disgusted, I'm too respected If I was fucking young girls, I promise I'd have been arrested I'm way too famous for this shit you just suggested But that's not the lesson, clearly there's a deeper message Deep cuts that never healed and now they got infected Like if Dave really fucked your girl and got her pregnant, talk about breedin' resentment I'm not sure how to ease the sentiment, this shit's too intimate I'm praying you recover from both incidents But you a piece of shit, so this shit really no coincidence Drake is not a name that you gon' see on no sex offender list, Eazy-Duz-It You mentionin' A minor, but niggas gotta B sharp and tell the fans, "Who was it?" You thought you left D flat, D major I'll slit your throat with the razor and do Rick Ross Air like that one flight from Malaysia, I'm your baby mama's screen saver Only fuckin' with Whitneys, not Millie Bobby Browns, I'd never look twice at no teenager I'm a fucking hitmaker, dog, not a peacemaker Yeah, bullets that I'm stuffin' in each chamber, your ass in extreme danger Stop buyin' views and bot comments, you may as well keep the paper Shit you 'bout to need for later I give a fuck about your streamin' data You could drop a hundred more records, I'll see you later Yeah, maybe when you meet your maker I don't wanna fight with a woman beater, it feeds your nature If you still bumping R. Kelly, you could thank the Savior Said if they deleted his music then your music is going too, a hypocrite I don't understand why these people praise you, soundin' like you send him commissary when he need some paper Album droppin' soon, no wonder you turn to a clout chaser 'stead of doing hard labor Nigga, I'll see you when I see you like Fantasia And Whitney, you can hit me if you need a favor And when I say I hit you back, it's a lot safer Huh, I promise Yeah I'm not gonna lie this shit was some, some good exercise, like It's good to get out, get the pen workin' You would be a worthy competitor if I was really a predator and you weren't fuckin' lying to every blogger and editor, but It is what it is You definitely got this shit burnt the fuck out though, like You got ten more records to drop The one before the last one, we finessed you into telling a story that doesn't even exist And then, you go and drop the West Coast one to try and cover that up I would like that one, that, that, that would be some shit I could dance to if you wasn't triplin' down on some whole other bullshit, but You know, at least your fans are gettin' some raps out of you I'm happy I could motivate you Bring you back to the game, like You know, but Just let me know when we're gettin' to the facts Everything in my shit is facts I'm waitin' on you to return the favor, like