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5 AM in Toronto Lyrics – Drake

    5 AM in Toronto is a popular rap song by Drake from the 2019 album Care Package. Check words to Drake 5 AM in Toronto Lyrics in English below.

    5 AM in Toronto Lyrics – Drake 

    This on some old Tommy Campos Dice Raw shit, you know?
    For my niggas, though

    Uh, you underestimated greatly
    Most number ones ever, how long did it really take me?
    The part I love most is they need me more than they hate me
    So they never take shots, I got everybody on safety
    I could load every gun with bullets that fire backwards
    Probably wouldn’t lose a single rapper
    Niggas make threats, can’t hear ’em over the laughter
    Yeah, that’s ’cause I’m headed to the bank, nigga
    Sinatra lifestyle, I’m just bein’ frank with ya
    I mean, where you think she at when she ain’t with ya?
    Wildin’, doin’ shit that’s way out of your budget
    Owl sweaters inside her luggage, you gotta love it
    Damn, this shit could go on a tape
    Bitches lovin’ my drive, I never give it a break
    Give these niggas the look, the verse, and even the hook
    That’s why every song sound like Drake featurin’ Drake
    Str8, Y pree? Why is it always me?
    Got us watchin’ our words like it’s wiretaps on the team
    ‘Cause I show love, never get the same outta niggas
    Guess it’s funny how money can make change outta niggas
    For real, some nobody started feelin’ himself
    A couple somebodies started killin’ themself
    A couple albums dropped, those are still on the shelf
    I bet them shits would have popped if I was willin’ to help
    I got a gold trophy from the committee for validation
    Bad press during the summer over allegations
    I ain’t lyin’, my nigga, my time is money
    That’s why I ain’t got time for a nigga whose time is coming
    A lot of niggas PR stuntin’ like that’s the movement
    And I’m the only nigga still known for the music, I swear
    Fuck them niggas this year, I made Forbes list, nigga
    Fuck your list, everything’s lookin’ gorgeous
    Without me, rap is just a bunch of orphans
    But if I stay, then this shit is a bunch of corpses
    And me and my dread nigga from New Orleans
    Stashin’ money like hoarders off multi-platinum recordings
    Eatin’ like I’m seated at Swish, Sotto, and Joso’s
    Nothing Was The Same, this shit for Ezee and Coco
    This shit for Karim, this shit for Jaevon
    This shit for Julius, Milly Mill, boy, we do this shit for real
    All them boys in my will, all them boys is my Wills
    Anything happen to pop, then I got you like Uncle Phil
    Weezy been on that edge, you niggas just need to chill
    If anything happen to Papi, might pop a nigga for real
    Comin’ live from the screwface, livin’ out a suitcase
    But I’m feelin’ good, Johnny got me pushin’ two plates
    My weight up, I refused to wait up, I started a new race
    It’s funny when you think a nigga blew up after Lupe
    Niggas treat me like I’ve been here for 10
    Some niggas been here for a couple, never been here again
    I’m on my King James shit, I’m tryna win here again
    A young nigga tryna win here again, man, what’s up?
    Ayy, yeah, a young nigga tryin’ to win here again
    If I like her, I just fly her to the city I’m in
    I got her drinkin’ with your boy
    I got her fucked up, shorty, aww yeah


    Writer(s): Aubrey Graham, Boi-1da, Vinylz


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