The Search

By Drake

Released on July 31, 2009

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(Saukrates intro)

They say we killin' 'em all, all, all, all


[Verse 1: Drake]

Hip hop's newest and youngest acquisition

If this was you, I wonder what you'd do in that position

Try to make a profit or try to make a difference

Try to make 'em play your shit or try to make 'em listen

I go from records with Dwele and L.B. and Elzhi

The meetings where they tell me to start making records and that They'll buy

Now I'm out in A-Town

They tellin' me Trey sound

It's too mainstream if I plan on me stickin' around

But the allure of this year's Scream Tour has been cuttin' all them Jawns that be hurtin' the game

I be dreamin' 'bout hoes and doin' them live shows

Shirtless, that's why I started to personal train

Dog, personally mane

I'm a person that came to bring purpose to a seem unless they purposeless game

It never feel like it's earned when you purchase the fame

Now my thoughts gettin' deeper and I'm searchin' the game

I keep on, on, on, on, on


[Drake & Saukrates: Hook]

[Yeah] I'm killin' 'em all, all, all, all

[Yeah] I'm killin' 'em all, all

I'm killin' 'em all, all


[Verse 2: Saukrates]

Yeah

Let me show you how to blast up

Now tell me who is a masta

A mind never wasted

Who grows fasta?

The young and incredible while lightin' yo' ass up

You look a lil' red, we gettin' that cash up

See where we from, the 50's are bloody

And the 100 dollar bill is dirty brown, they love me

I mess up my livin' room, and studio with my money

A G-note is purple, grape juice stains on the front piece of

My lapel, is custom made

You off the rack shit

I'm off the chain, come on

The dogs are loose

And yeah we get our dumb on like San Frisco Bay

With 40 and Mac Dre

Eat it or forever lose a piece of your meal to me or one of my folk

Drake'll give you the deal

If bein' broke at 30 is a nigga that kills

I guess we somethin' like two ice bergs huntin' to kill

Keep on, keep on (Uh), keep on (Uh), keep on (Uh)


[Hook]


[Verse 3: Drake]

Look, uh

I used to get 'em like murda murda

Ol' time killin'

I wasn't even rappin', spent my whole time chillin'

And now the girls like

It's only Drake got chased and so the artists I respected try and Take my place

But pimpin' ain't easy man and neither is rappin'

They one in the same when you need it to happen

My city full of players they just needed a captain

In need of him right now in need of him back then

But back then I was actin'

Nowadays I serve backhands with backspin

Tryin' to prove rappers are intelligent black men

And now whoever chose to back out is back in

They say there's two sides to every story and three when the truth Get told

So grab a spoon 'fore your soup get cold

When you drive it off the lot is when your coupe get old

So please discover an answer 'fore proof gets sold

And keep on, on, on, on, on


[Hook]