Official Music Video
Drake by Russ
Lyrics & Translation
English
Yeah
Yeah
Taking bottles to the face like Tony Parker
Half a million dollars, that can't be your only offer
Writin' 'bout the truth, hope I'm not the only author
Talking to this girl, feeling like her only father
Running shit like fugitives
Take my hammer to these MC's cause I'm too legit
No ones rapping for the passion, y'all just do this cause it's lucrative
Foolishness, that's why y'all barely make it to your debut
And never see your second, man I hope these minutes save you
Cause our time is limited
Hope you start something and finish it
Run that fucking marathon, shoutout to Nipsey spittin' it
Momma told me sign a deal, I know she's been waitin' on it
Labels tryna' gas me up and break me but I ain't breaking on it
Imma' wait it out and exercise my fucking patiences on it
Verses hit you like a shot, hooks, like their laced with chronic
Not to mention all the beats you've swallowed, Imma' make you vomit
Too ill, too real
This is what the truth feels
Like Mike, 23, by the time I'm 23
Imma' have some accolades that blow my brain like Kennedy
Five on five, Inside my mind, it's feeling like this ten to me
Hope that I can make it, to the day, where these memories
Fade away to long, I hope this ride Isn't the death of me
Cause I got duty to make these fooly rappers lemon squeeze
Emmys please
Oscars maybe, Grammys that's a definite
Imma' fuck the game, present the body just for evidence
Platinum albums on my wall, somewhere In my Bungalow
Universe is my judge and my jury, yeah I'm under oath
Got the weight, in my work, yeah I got a ton of dope
Money so clean it feels dirty, that's all I fuckin' wrote
That's all I fuckin' wrote
Man
I just came to vent
Yeah
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Drake by Russ
Drake* (original Russ)
Yeah
Yeah
Taking bottles to the face like Tony Parker
Half a million dollars, that can't be your only offer
Writin' 'bout the truth, hope I'm not the only author
Talking to this girl, feeling like her only father
Running shit like fugitives
Take my hammer to these MC's cause I'm too legit
No ones rapping for the passion, y'all just do this cause it's lucrative
Foolishness, that's why y'all barely make it to your debut
And never see your second, man I hope these minutes save you
Cause our time is limited
Hope you start something and finish it
Run that fucking marathon, shoutout to Nipsey spittin' it
Momma told me sign a deal, I know she's been waitin' on it
Labels tryna' gas me up and break me but I ain't breaking on it
Imma' wait it out and exercise my fucking patiences on it
Verses hit you like a shot, hooks, like their laced with chronic
Not to mention all the beats you've swallowed, Imma' make you vomit
Too ill, too real
This is what the truth feels
Like Mike, 23, by the time I'm 23
Imma' have some accolades that blow my brain like Kennedy
Five on five, Inside my mind, it's feeling like this ten to me
Hope that I can make it, to the day, where these memories
Fade away to long, I hope this ride Isn't the death of me
Cause I got duty to make these fooly rappers lemon squeeze
Emmys please
Oscars maybe, Grammys that's a definite
Imma' fuck the game, present the body just for evidence
Platinum albums on my wall, somewhere In my Bungalow
Universe is my judge and my jury, yeah I'm under oath
Got the weight, in my work, yeah I got a ton of dope
Money so clean it feels dirty, that's all I fuckin' wrote
That's all I fuckin' wrote
Man
I just came to vent
Yeah
Drake (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Sí
Sí
Tomando botellas a la cara como Tony Parker
Medio millón de dólares, esa no puede ser tu única oferta
Escribiendo sobre la verdad, espero no ser el único autor
Hablando con esta chica, sintiéndome como su único padre
Manejando todo como fugitivos
Llevo mi martillo a estos MC's porque soy demasiado legítimo
Nadie rapea por pasión, todos hacen esto porque es lucrativo
Tonterías, por eso apenas llegan a su debut
Y nunca ven su segundo, hombre, espero que estos minutos los salven
Porque nuestro tiempo es limitado
Espero que empiecen algo y lo terminen
Corran ese maldito maratón, un saludo a Nipsey escupiéndolo
Mamá me dijo que firmara un contrato, sé que ella ha estado esperando por ello
Las discográficas intentan inflarme y romperme, pero no me romperé por ello
Esperaré y ejercitaré mi maldita paciencia en ello
Los versos te golpean como un disparo, los estribillos, como si estuvieran mezclados con crónica
Sin mencionar todos los ritmos que has tragado, te haré vomitar
Demasiado enfermo, demasiado real
Así se siente la verdad
Como Mike, 23, para cuando tenga 23
Tendré algunos logros que me volarán la cabeza como a Kennedy
Cinco contra cinco, dentro de mi mente, se siente como diez para mí
Espero poder llegar al día en que estos recuerdos
Se desvanezcan por mucho tiempo, espero que este viaje no sea mi muerte
Porque tengo el deber de hacer que estos raperos tontos expriman limones
Emmys por favor
Oscars quizás, Grammys eso es definitivo
Voy a joder el juego, presentar el cuerpo solo como evidencia
Álbumes de platino en mi pared, en algún lugar de mi Bungalow
El universo es mi juez y mi jurado, sí, estoy bajo juramento
Tengo el peso, en mi trabajo, sí, tengo un montón de droga
Dinero tan limpio que se siente sucio, eso es todo lo que escribí
Eso es todo lo que escribí
Hombre
Solo vine a desahogarme
Sí
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