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Drake – Worst Behavior

Drake Worst Behavior

Release date: January 1, 2013 Genre: Hip-Hop, Rap Album: Nothing Was the Same
Explicit: Yes Duration: 04:30 Label: Cash Money Records Inc.
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Worst– Motherfucker never loved us Fucker never loved us You ain't know, now you know now Still at it, scrub J's with a toothbrush Shit, niggas still playing my old shit But your shit is like the police askin' us questions Nigga, we don't know shit Flexin'–nigga, I'm just flexin' Nigga never loved us Do it look like we stressin'? Look at you, look at you and look at you Aw, I'm glad that they chose us 'Cause, man, it's a mission Tryna fight to the finish just to see, am I finished? On my worst behavior, no? They used to never want to hear us Remember? Motherfucker never loved us Remember? Motherfucker Remember? Motherfucker never loved us I'm on my worst behavior Don't you ever get it fucked up Motherfuckers never loved us Man, motherfuckers never loved us Worst behavior Motherfuckers never loved us Fucker never loved us Worst behavior Hold up, hold my phone Motherfuckers never loved us Fucker never loved us Now you want to roll one Motherfucker never loved us So everywhere we go now, full cup Always hated the boy, but now the boy is the man Motherfucker, I done growed up You know me? You know me? I'm liable to do anything when it comes to that you owe me You owe me, you owe me Bitch, you better have my money when I come for that shit like O.D.B On my worst behavior, no? They used to never want to hear us Remember? Motherfucker never loved us Remember? Motherfucker Remember? Motherfucker never loved us I'm on my worst behavior Don't you ever get it fucked up Motherfuckers never loved us Man, motherfuckers never loved us Worst behavior Motherfuckers never loved us Fucker never loved us Worst behavior Who's hot, who not? Tell me, who rock, who sell out in stores? You tell me who flop, who copped the new drop Whose jewels got rocks Who else making rap albums, doing numbers like it's pop? Same old pimp, Drake, you know ain't nothin' changed With these funny style niggas, we done put on in the game I just ask for some blessings at my grandmother's grave Then it's back to L.A., open the mail, starin' at the check Enough to make you throw up, man, it's gross what I net I'm with my whole set, tennis matches at the crib I swear I could beat Serena when she playin' with her left Oh, where I reside it look like a resort inside Nigga, where your shit from? I imported mine Bar mitzvah money like my last name Mordecai Fuck you, bitch, I'm more than high My momma probably hear that and be mortified This ain't the son you raised who used to take the Acura 5 A.M. then go and shoot Degrassi up on Morningside For all the stuntin', I'll forever be immortalized Yeah, back and forth across the borderline Hate to leave the city, but I've got to do the overtime Gone all the time, even the important times I should let you know ahead I'm comin' back on my worst behavior Remember? Remember? Motherfucker Remember? Hold up, hold my phone They used to never want to hear us Remember? Motherfucker never loved us Remember? Motherfucker Remember? Worst behavior

In this track, Drake discusses the transition from a childhood without a father to the top rapper in the game. This is a song for all who grew up without real love from a parent. Also for those in the margins of society who the general upper-class community never loved or funded.

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