Drake Small Town Fame
[Verse 1]
Yeah
Leavin' out the club with no hoes, it's a dub
You somewhere on house arrest pretending you in love
Exfoliate that nigga that you with, he a scrub
Like I wanna know what's up, what happened to us?
Your new nigga pretend to be the man, he a stud, like
Patek that I had you in was hittin' like a floodlight
We was really locked in, we got it out the mud like
All I got is memories of thinkin' what it was like
Now you tryna style in my face, pop it in my face
Put it on the 'Gram, you supposed to be my ace
I'm hating hard, I'm hating way too hard
I'm hating hard, I'm hating way too hard
I'm hating hard, you playеd the part
You wasn't who you are right now
I'm hating hard, I'm hating way too—
[Interlude]
Yeah, PX, PX, PX, PX, PX, P-ski
[Verse 2]
Yеah, PARTY on a paper chase
Poppin' out in Saginaw, poppin' out in Salt Lake
Poppin' out in Arizona
Bitch, I feel like Tate McRae
Vanilla ice and white hoes, straight cake, uh
Niggas love to talk, man, stack somethin'
Puttin' Charli up her nose, X on her tongue
She been geekin' hard, she done had a Brat summer
PARTY pull up on the scene, black Hummer
You boys pull up to the 6ix, we get the tax runnin'
Ayy, talkin' on the O, tryna prove somethin'
Nigga, whack somethin', pack somethin', do somethin'
Ayy, I don't give a f..ck, I'm a fallout boy when they call our gang
Lost a lot of brothers to this dog-ass game
What am I supposed to do with all that pain?
Sleepless nights, drawn out days
Thinkin' about how wrong I played
Even lost my bitch to the small town fame
Ayy, ayy, I'ma mess right now
[Outro]
You know what, man, we're all in this
Now, whether we're all in this together
Or you're all in it for yourself
The fact of the matter is that we're in it
