Drake – Weston Road Flows Lyrics

Weston Road Flows

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"Weston Road Flows." - Drake

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 08:06 pm

Album: Views

Track No: 06

One of them ones
Right
Weston Road Flows, I did this shit for my **** Renny
Back when we couldn't buy pizza 'cause we were down to pennies
Feel like we go back a century, runnin' the store for Centuries
Then bring 'em back to your brother, man, we had to respect it
He was wavy, doin' mixtapes out of your basement
He let us hit the weed on occasion for entertainment
Then he would leave us at the house and go out on a mission
We probably would've got in less trouble just goin' with him
Feel like I never say much, but, man, there's a lot to know
Feel like the difference between us really startin' to show
I'm lookin' at they first week numbers like, "What are those?"
I mean, you boys not even comin' close
I gave **** like you a reason for celebration
You number one and I'm Eddie Murphy, we Tradin' Places
Look in the mirror, I'm closer than I really appear
Creepin' like Chilli without the tender, love, and care
No tender, love, and care and no love and affection
I got a price on my head, but there's a risk to collectin'
I might be here as a vessel to teach people the lesson
Feel like they wanted me dead, but couldn't pull it together
Yeah, but here we are and it's a new semester
40 the only one that know how I deal with the pressure
A couple nights where it started to feel like the feelings fadin'
A lot of problems that can't be fixed with a conversation
Yeah, your best day is my worst day, I get green like Earth Day
You treat me like I'm born yesterday, you forgot my birthday
You don't be scorin' perfect, you don't be workin' like how we be workin'
You platinum like wrappers on Hershey's, boy, that shit is worthless
You get the message over and over like it was urgent
And then act like you ain't heard it when you see me in person
The only thing I did to end up here was put the work in
And did it with a purpose
Used to have secret handshakes to confirm my friendships
Nowadays, they just shakin' my hand to hide the tension
A lot of people just hit me up when my name is mentioned
Shout out to KD, we relate, we get the same attention
It's rainin' money, Oklahoma City Thunder
The most successful rapper, 35 and under
I'm assumin' everybody's 35 and under
That's when I plan to retire, man, it's already funded
Yeah, I brought your wifey out to Saint Martin
She violated, I sent her back where it all started
How quick they are to forget about they bachelor apartment
Leave it to **** like you to show 'em light in the darkness
Told my mama that I found a lady in the east
Cancún, when I got signed, they upgraded the suite
Don Julio in the freezer that they gave us for free
I get you all you can eat, just have some patience with me
You wouldn't tell me you loved me, started seein' Monique
Last time I heard from Monique, T-Minus was makin' beats
I used to hit the corner store to get to Tahiti Treat
Now the talk of the corner store is I'm TBE
The best ever, don't ever question, you know better
But shit ain't always how it seems when it's sewn together
Yeah, I let that last line breathe, it take a second to get it
Weston Road flows, my confidence level gettin' settled
Don't get hyped for the moment, then start to backpedal
Don't let your newfound fame fool you
Or cloud up your judgement to talk loosely
I really do this
Been flowin' stupid since Vince Carter
Was on some through-the-legs, arm-in-the-hoop shit
Drinkin' Hpnotiq with Glenn Lewis, I been through it
Y'all was so afraid to lay claim to it
Too busy face-screwin' on waste movements
You was ridin' TTC metro, I had the place boomin'
First take Drake, you know I rarely have to take two it
And they still take to it
Big Apple had the white Hummer parked right in front of Fluid
And we be walkin' in that bitch like we already knew it
But money can't buy happiness, Jellee talkin' truthful
But I'm happiest when I can buy what I want
Get high when I want
Yeah
That's right
Yeah

Writer(s): Noah "40" Shebib, Sean "Puffy" Combs, Mary J. Blige, Carl "Chucky" Thompson, Jon Levine, Aubrey Drake Graham, Steven Vidal & David Carty.

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