Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Omertà, artist - Drake.
Date of issue: 14.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Omertà |
Look at my history |
I’m tryna see what’s different from that guy and the richer me |
The only thing I see is custom owls from Tiffany |
And some gunnas that’ll hit you outta nowhere like epiphany |
Really, that’s it to me |
Aside from the obvious, man, it changes in scenery |
Testin' me gon' have my niggas testin' machinery |
They say that they happy, my man, that’s not how they seem to be |
The boy, he wild and peaceful, rest in peace Teena Marie |
Ethics and values, mob traditions, old fashioned |
Monopoly action |
Bronny buyin' up Brentwood like he still in Akron |
A lot of pain, a lot of passion |
A lot of relaxin' while other niggas is overreactin' |
That’s how we continue down the path of Jordan and Jackson |
That’s some insight for y’all even if no one’s askin' |
Last year, niggas really feel like they rode on me |
Last year, niggas got hot 'cause they told on me |
I’m 'bout to call the bluff of anybody that fold on me |
I’m buyin' the buildin' of every door that closed on me |
Yeah, Loro Piana and Brioni, the one and only |
Champagne popper, the love doctor |
Your baby mother call me when she lonely |
My tailor see me twice a week, he like my homie |
Forever grateful, forever thankful |
Diamond necklace, but she wears it on her ankle |
The bitch is trendy |
My enemies send each other the texts that they could never send me |
I’m bankin' two million a show for the residency |
Nevada gaming commission in a frenzy |
How much money can this casino lend me? |
Rippin' markers up over shots of the Henny |
Vivid memory, can someone send me a real nigga interlude? |
To me, Benihana is pigeon food |
This not a forgivin' mood |
So much, we gotta count the 20s up in a different room |
I am just a body that my brothers are livin' through |
Keepin' my connections strictly physical |
Everyone that’s married is miserable |
I know that that is not a lifestyle I can give into |
The rise to the top of this mountain has been biblical |
I don’t carry cash 'cause the money is digital |
It’s the American Expresser, the debt collector |
Hailin' all the way from the Mecca |
Got something for Trudy and Rebecca |
This shit could last forever |
The mind controller, the Ayatollah |
I built a bridge to success and had visions of me ridin' over |
Step in the room and October gets a lot closer |
Haunted houses |
I don’t know how to count in thousands, only millions |
Now tell your friends I’m not the villain |
Send 'em to Lagos or Turks and Caicos |
Barbados, Trinidad and Tobago |
Never go the same places they go |
Separate vacations |
A far cry from when Drizzy had slept in the basement |
I was never on the path to get into Cambridge |
I mean, I was good at doin' math, but I’m better with language |
Borderline dangerous, approach with caution |
I plan to buy your most personal belongings when they up for auction |
Man, truth be told, I think about it often |
The petty king, the overseer of many things |
I wish that I was playin' in a sport where we were gettin' rings |
I wouldn’t have space on either hand for anything |
West Hollywood, know my presence is menacing |
Cosa Nostra, shady dealings |
Racketeering, the syndicate got they hand in plenty things |
The things that we’ve done to protect the name are unsettling |
But no regrets, though, the name’ll echo |
Years later, none greater |
Death to a coward and a traitor, that’s just in my nature, yeah |