Omertà - Drake

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