Drake – When To Say When Lyrics

When To Say When

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"When To Say When." - Drake

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 08:06 pm

Album: Dark Lane Demo Tapes

Track No: 02

Yeah
Somebody, um
Somebody hit me today, and they were like
"Nah, just make sure, you know
You tell me what to do when I get there, you know?" (June, you're a genius)
I said, "I respect it, no problem"
I got all these blessings just to give it to others anyway
Know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah
My hand's always open
For real
Aye
Thirty-three years, I gave that to the game
33 mill', I'll save that for the rain
Five hundred weeks, I'll fill the charts with my pain
500 mill' and I'll fall back in the 6ix
Finally give you **** the space you need to exist
Michael Jackson shit, but the palace is not for kids
Still, women sayin' it's childish, the way we live
Brought a few W's to the 6ix
Baby mama fluke, but I love her for who she is
Baby, Wayne, and Tez responsible for this shit
Half the time, I question my consciousness in this shit
Other times, I question if compliments are legit
Full-time, I'm out here confident as a bitch
Tryna make good on the promises that I give
Tryna make sure my accomplices are legit
Register the business in my brother's name
Thirty-five hunnid in her pocket, that should cover things
Certified lover man, trappin' out the motherland
Always move right so my watch is on the other hand
She can try and play it down now, but she was a fan
People wanna know what's in my pockets, they don't understand
My assistant always findin' Percocet and rubber bands
Know my mom might not want to hear how I discover plans
Word to Sandra Graham, no one love you like your mother can
I watched Michael Rubin win a million off a couple hands
I decide what to see next like it's on-demand
I decide what to be next like I'm switchin' plans
I'ma tell you what you feel next like the weatherman
I will split heads and break necks for my little man
6 God, prayin' hands like I'm a religious man
But I'm just a sicker man, wicked man
Look, we can argue back and forth, but who's the richer man?
Isn't that what matters in this world that we livin' in?
Bang those dividends, snakes stay slitherin'
How you plan to make it to the top by just fittin' in?
How you plan to take a ****'s spot by just givin' in?
How you gon' treat this shit like you gon' get to live again?
How you gettin' hype off one hit? Do that shit again
How you got a manager you mad at after you got the win?
Bet you got some **** that'll love you till the bitter end
Bet you got somebody that's just smarter than your other friends
Give 'em a percentage, see what happens to your blessings then
You just need to stay close to your people that was there when others could've been
There when others should've been
Got a **** starin' at the game like, "Damn, coach, put him in"
But you never listen, so you **** goin' wood again
Got us in the crib, talkin' 'bout what **** coulda been, shoulda been
And I got your girl on the second floor, beggin' me to put it in
And it's not because all of the money that you wouldn't spend
And it's not because I set it up to try and get revenge
It's because you **** insecure, you ain't made men
It's because even though you hate on me, we stay friends
It's because you **** never learn when to say when, yeah
For real
Facts, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah

Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, Alonzo Thornhill, J. James, A. Costley, Jr., B. Glenn & R Johnson.

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