Drake – 7am On Bridle Path Lyrics

7am On Bridle Path

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"7am On Bridle Path." - Drake

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 10:37 pm

Album: Certified Lover Boy

Track No: 14

Yeah
Go Squad
Aye
Look
I wish everyone could tell me exactly what they need from me
The first second they speak to me, I'm not with all the secrecy
Secretly beefin' me behind closed doors
But playin' it peacefully for the streets to see
My ****, have some decency
Don't move like a puto
Could at least keep it a buck like Antetokounmpo
I made north of the border like Vito Rizzuto
Throwin' parties in Miami, they lovin' us mucho
Wit' the ho ratio, I'm like David Caruso
There's a mad shortage of people givin' me kudos
I been doin' this since T-Pain was pourin' us Nuvo
You tell 'em I run the country, they'll say, "True, though"
Papi chulo grippin' culo
And I got the flows **** steal like boot toes
You boys reachin' new lows
Lettin' me take the rap for that Casper the Ghost shit
While you findin' all of the loopholes
You **** move too cold
See the watch collection and assume I got time
'Cause of the ruby rose two-tone
Or switch it to the one I call "R.I.P. Nipsey"
'Cause I swear to God the bezel got sixty of them blue stones
Maybe I'm gettin' too stoned
Calacatta marble for my tombstone
Here lies a **** that never lied in his new song
Or any of his old songs
They sing them shits like folk songs
Kumbaya, boom-ba-yay
Know the owl stay on me
Bad bitches tryna come through and lay on me
Tryna get the Earl Grey on me
But I ain't really into talkin' names
Only tee you gettin' from me is one for the walk of shame
Heart is on my sleeve and my body is in the hall of fame
High fashion and my life is full of climaxes
And my wishes come true without blowin' eyelashes
Up in 'Bron crib, fishbowl wine glasses
That's how we passin' time
Hundred thousand on the line
At the table prayin' banker shows a natural nine
It never happens half the time
My losin' nights are still a vibe
That's the things I accept
You over there in denial, we not neck and neck
It's been a lot of years since we seen you comin' correct
Man, fuck a "Respectfully," I just want my respect
They tried to label me mean, I say what I mean
People that could've stayed on the team
They played in-between
Clouds is hangin' over you now 'cause I'm reignin' supreme
Some of these **** say what they mean, it ain't what it seems
Had to pull my **** out the mud like I'm trainin' Marines
You **** hot to them little kids, you ain't famous to me
Told you I'm aimin' straight for the head, not aimin' to please
I could give a fuck 'bout who designin' your sneakers and tees
Have somebody put you on a Gildan, you play with my seed
Trust me, there's some shit you really gotta come see to believe
That's why your people not believers, they all leavin' ya
That's why you buyin' into the hype that the press feedin' ya
You know the fourth level of jealousy is called media
Isn't that an ironic revelation?
Give that address to your driver, make it your destination
'Stead of just a post out of desperation
This me reachin' the deepest state of my meditation
While you over there tryna impress the nation
Mind's runnin' wild with the speculation
Why the fuck we peacemakin', doin' the explanations
If we just gon' be right back in that bitch without hesitation?
But let me digress on behalf of the association
I'll play it cool wit' you, then mark a **** like Copenhagen
See they gettin' loose with the line like open cages
In the La Ferrari, my emotions racin', dancin' out a condo, ocean bathin'
**** textin', "Bro," but we are not of no close relation
I was down to give these **** credit, but hold the payment
Somehow, I'm the greatest in the game, to my own amazement
The greatest in the world, there's no debatin'
You boys 'bout to wheel me to defeat like we rollerbladin'
Far as the Drake era, man, we in the golden ages
Look at the total wages
And look at the heroes fallin' from grace in they older ages
If we talkin' top three, then you been slidin' to third like stolen bases
Toss around Rollies with the frozen faces
They used to tell me back in the day, "Boy, you going places"
Never understood where I could really take it
Yeah

Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, Ronald LaTour, Dylan Cleary-Krell, D. Duodu & Maneesh Bidaye.

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