Drake – Hype Lyrics

Hype

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"Hype." - Drake

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 07:14 pm

Album: Views

Track No: 05

Man, don't live off of the hype, huh
Real ting, aye?
Yeah
I pull up in Lexus like it's '07
I just hit a lick, I gotta hit a next one
Last year, I know you learned your lesson
I could GPS you if you need adressin'
Boss up, I'm the bigger homie
But I'm one year older than my lil' homie
'09, they was biddin' on me
But I'm Young Money, got it written on me
Okay, now we got some action
Everything I said, it happened
That boy light as Michael Jackson
But on verses, he been blackin'
Chasin' women, a distraction
They wan' be on TV right next to me
You cannot be here, right next to me
Don't you see RiRi right next to me?
I hate a rapper especially
They feel the same, but they hide it
They just discuss it in private
Don't get along man, we tried it
What's the point in even tryin'?
I hate a goofy especially
They always dyin' to mention me
They gotta die out eventually
I cannot get you the recipe
You know the game is sold seperately
Swear I just had an epiphany
It cost me fifty at Tiffany's
Shout out to Tiffany, Stephanie
They used to always come check for me
My enemies wanna be friends with my other enemies
I don't let it get to me
Done
Look what I done in my life
I had to count it, then count it again
To make sure the money was right
They love to talk
Me, I'm just dunning the hype
Me, I'm just dunning the hype
Me, I'm just done, done, done, done, done
I don't take this shit for granted
I do my own propaganda
I feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin' out the Phantom
6 cold like Alaska
Views already a classic
Roy outta here like NASA
Bustin' ones out the plastic
Her 'Gram too poppin' to fuck her
The chain too heavy to tuck it, I'm serious
I feed my family with this
So don't play with my money this summer, I'm serious
I don't run out of material
You shouldn't speak on me, period
You try to give 'em your side of the story
They heard it, but they wasn't hearin' it
They feelin' a way and won't hide it
**** done bein' silent
Don't get along, man, we tried it
What's the point in even tryin'?
I hate a goofy especially
They always dyin' to mention me
They gotta go, they gotta go
They gotta die out eventually
I cannot give 'em no empathy
I'ma have B's when I'm seventy
They cannot fuck with the legacy
I don't know what else is left for me
After this, no one a threat to me
My enemies wanna be friends with my other enemies
I don't let it get to me
Done
Look what I done in my life
I had to count it, then count it again
To make sure the money was right
They love to talk
Me, I'm just dunning the hype
Me, I'm just dunning the hype
Me, I'm just done, done, done, done, done

Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Paul Jefferies, A Tucker & Kevin Gomringer.

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