Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 7am On Bridle Path, artist - Drake.
Date of issue: 02.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
7am On Bridle Path |
Ayy |
Look |
I wish everyone could tell me exactly what they need from me |
The first second they speak to me, I’m not with all the secrecy |
Secretly beefin' me behind closed doors |
But playin' it peacefully for the streets to see |
My nigga, have some decency |
Don’t move like a puto |
Could at least keep it a buck like Antetokounmpo |
I made north of the border like Vito Rizzuto |
Throwin' parties in Miami, they lovin' us mucho |
With the ho ratio, I’m like David Caruso |
There’s a mad shortage of people givin' me kudos |
I been doin' this since T-Pain was pourin' us Nuvo |
You tell 'em I run the country, they’ll say, «True, though» |
Papi chulo, grippin' culo |
And I got the flows niggas steal like boot toes |
You boys reachin' new lows |
Lettin' me take the rap for that Casper the Ghost shit |
While you findin' all of the loopholes |
You niggas move too cold |
See the watch collection and assume I got time |
'Cause of the ruby rose two-tone |
Or switch it to the one I call «R.I.P. Nipsey» |
'Cause I swear to God the bezel got sixty of them blue stones |
Maybe I’m gettin' too stoned |
Calacatta marble for my tombstone |
Here lies a nigga that never lied in his new song |
Or any of his old songs |
They sing them shits like folk songs |
Kumbaya, boom-ba-ye |
Know the owl stay on me |
Bad bitches tryna come through and lay on me |
Tryna get the earl grey on me |
But I ain’t really into talkin' names |
Only tee you’re getting from me is one for the walk of shame |
Heart is on my sleeve and my body is in the hall of fame |
High fashion and my life is full of climaxes |
And my wishes come true without blowin' eyelashes |
Up in 'Bron crib, fishbowl wineglasses |
That’s how we passin' time |
Hundred thousand on the line |
At the table prayin' banker shows a natural nine |
It never happens half the time |
My losing nights are still a vibe |
That’s the things I accept |
You over there in denial, we not neck and neck |
It’s been a lot of years since we seen you comin' correct |
Man, fuck a «Respectfully,» I just want my respect |
They tried to label me mean, I say what I mean |
People that could’ve stayed on the team |
They played in-between |
Clouds is hanging over you now, 'cause I’m reigning supreme |
Some of these niggas say what they mean, it ain’t what it seems |
Had to pull my niggas out the mud like I’m trainin' Marines |
You niggas hot to them little kids, you ain’t famous to me |
Told you I’m aimin' straight for the head, not aiming to please |
I could give a fuck about who designing your sneakers and tees |
Have somebody put you on a Gildan, you play with my seed |
Trust me, there’s some shit you really gotta come see to believe |
That’s why your people not believers, they all leavin' ya |
That’s why you buyin' into the hype that the press feedin' ya |
You know the fourth level of jealousy is called media |
Isn’t that an ironic revelation? |
Give that address to your driver, make it your destination |
'Stead of just a post out of desperation |
This me reachin' the deepest state of my meditation |
While you over there tryna impress the nation |
Mind’s runnin' wild with the speculation |
Why the fuck we peacemakin', doin' the explanations |
If we just gon' be right back in that bitch without hesitation? |
But let me digress on behalf of the association |
I’ll play it cool with you, then mark a nigga like Copenhagen |
See, they gettin' loose with the line like open cages |
In the La Ferrari, my emotions racin', dancin' out a condo, ocean bathin' |
Niggas textin' «Bro,» but we are not of no close relation |
I was down to give these niggas credit, but hold the payment |
Somehow I’m the greatest in the game, to my own amazement |
The greatest in the world, there’s no debatin' |
You boys 'bout to wheel me to defeat like we rollerbladin' |
Far as the Drake era, man, we in the golden ages |
Look at the total wages |
And look at the heroes fallin' from grace in their older ages |
If we talkin' top three, then you been slidin' to third like stolen bases |
Toss around Rollies with frozen faces |
They used to tell me back in the day, «Boy, you’re going places» |
Never understood where I could really take it |
Yeah |