[Verse 1: Drake]

Okay, I just got back from another label meeting, and

I ain't what they looking for, I ain't what they looking for

I ain't really Atlanta, I ain't really Brooklyn, or

I don't fit the bill for none them shows they tryna book him for

Straight nigga tryna get in through a crooked door

Barely fittin' in, 'cause a gimmick's what they took him for

But getting doubted caused me to reroute it

To another destination where, the people, they abouuut ittt!

You ever felt high above it all?

Run your fingers through the clouds like the sky about to fall?

Treat me like I'm rich when I'm about ball

And think once about the clothing that I buy up out the mall

I'm famous, so I get approached fast, Louie and Coach bags

All up in coach class, gem like Topaz, cool like slow Jazz

Dope like coke lines and crack like broke glass

I promise this is me, me

[Hook: Drake & Slakah The Beatchild]

I'm not supposed to do this

I'm supposed to be this nigga that's rapping 'bout gettin' money

And you heard all of my songs, so you know this shit wrong

Please do me a favor and keep it between me and you

[Bridge: Slakah The Beatchild]

You, you, you, you, you

You, you, you, you, you

[Verse 2: Drake]

Yeah...

Okay, I'm floating in my zone without a scheduled descent

The rising and the fall was never my intent

I want this shit forever, printed in cement

And if I ever sin, I promise to repent

I'm only tryin to win, I ain't tryna present

You gotta listen close, like it's coming through the vent

These rappers can't see me, I live behind the tint

And just to get a visual, them niggas gotta squint

There I ammmm – little me in row 23F

Real reconize real, is there none of ya'll left?

Everybody in the game, can't none of ya'll ref

And filter out the bullshit? The fuck is ya'll, deaf?

You're now tuned in to the newcomer of this summer

The Chris Paul of this Fall exist ya'll - yea

And is the realest nigga still I?!

A bitch could love you to death and you still die

Ahhh!

[Hook: Drake & Slakah The Beatchild]

I'm not supposed to do this

I'm supposed to be this nigga that's rapping 'bout gettin' money

And you heard all of my songs, so you know this shit wrong

Please do me a favor and keep it between me and you

[Bridge: Slakah The Beatchild]

You, you, you, you

You, you, you, you

You, you, you, you

You, you, you, you

Just keep it between me and you

You, you, you, you

You, you, you, you

[Outro: Drake]

{*crowd clapping and applause*}

Yeah...

What's goin on, ya'll?

I wanna thank ya'll for coming out tonight

I go by the name of Drake

I got my man Slakah The Beatchild here

My man Häzel

You already know we about to rock tonight

So if you with me, clap ya hands

I'm about to tell you a secret, as long as you can keep it

Between me and you