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Grammys

Drake (feat. Future)

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"Grammys." - Drake (feat. Future)

Saturday, 24 October 2026, 05:20 am

Album: Views

Track No: 13

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Jeez
Yeah
Right
Look
Look, tell me how you really feel
Tell me how you really feel
I would ask you what's the deal
But y'all don't even got a deal
Most **** wit' a deal
Couldn't make a greatest hits
Y'all a whole lotta things
But you still ain't this
I don't know no one
That can tell me what to do
Heard you never claimed the hood
Heard the hood claimed you
That can't sit well
Oh well, ship's sailed
Still mine, all mine
Cosign, cosign
I pull up in yachts so big that they try to hit me with boat fines
Hype Williams, Big Pimpin'
Yeah, just like the old times
Same **** from the old days
Lotta sides on the same side
OVO, we a goldmine
But I'm goin' gold, no time
Doin' plat-plat only
Boys better back off me
Hall of fame, hall of fame
Like I'm shirt off, like I'm shirt off
Like I'm shirt off, shorty
Whole city goin' crazy
Whole city goin' crazy
Top five, no debatin'
Top five, top five, top five
And the whole city rave me
And I'm back inside the Matrix
And I said that we would make it
Aim squad with some traitors
Knew my **** from the basement
This ain't no met-along-the-way shit
We done really put some days in
I'm like, why you excited? You know what I'm sayin', what happened?
Did he win the Grammy? Goddamn, you actin' like
You fuckin' won a trophy and shit
This **** turnt the fuck up
They gon' think I won a Grammy
They gon' think I won a Grammy
Swervin' off the Panoramic
I'm hangin' out, they can't stand me
They gon' think I won a Grammy
They gon' think I won a Grammy
They gon' think I won a Grammy
They gon' think I won a Grammy
Showin' out, they can't stand me
Showin' out, they can't stand me
Swervin' off, they can't stand me
I'm, errr, off, can't stand me
They gon' think I won a Grammy
They gon' think I won a Grammy
They gon' think I won a Grammy
They gon' think I won a Grammy
Gonna peel off like a bandit
I'm noddin' off on a Xanax
Get pissed off, start airin' it
Get a headstart, ain't friendly
I stand out, don't blend in
When I say that, I meant it
I don't want talk to you has-beens
I don't want features with none of them
I don't want features or nothin'
You can't even get on my guest list
They want me go to the Met Gala
I want a Percocet and a gallon
The Actavis high-tech, it don't matter
We sittin' right on the courtside
I know the players on both sides
I'm cashin' out, fuck a cosign
I wear the chain like a bowtie
I wear the ring like the four-five, keep the four-five for the poor guys
Black tint, low profile
Celebratin' every day 'cause I'm really, really fresh out the coke house
Countin' up every single day, 'bout to bring a whole 'nother whip out
They gon' think I won a Grammy
They gon' think I won a Grammy
Swervin' out the Panoramic
I'm hangin' out, they can't stand me
They gon' think I won a Grammy
They gon' think I won a Grammy
They gon' think I won a Grammy
They gon' think I won a Grammy
Showin' out, they can't stand me
Showin' out, they can't stand me
Swervin' off, they can't stand me
I'm, errr, off, can't stand me
They gon' think I won a Grammy
They gon' think I won a Grammy
They gon' think I won a Grammy
They gon' think I won a Grammy

Writer(s): Noah "40" Shebib, Nayvadius Wilburn, Aubrey Drake Graham, Joshua "Southside" Luellen, Ronald LaTour, Daveon Jackson & Brock Korsan.

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