[UPDATE: Hey! It’s available for streaming now. Listen above.]
As he’s known to do from time to time, Drake hopped on his Apple Music OVO station and let loose a handful of tracks that we now know will help mold a project known as More Life.
Additionally, like he’s known to do from time to time, one of those songs, “Two Birds, One Stone” has turned out to be a diss song (or should we say a response record?) as October’s Very Own has taken some lyrical lumps over the past weeks.
The fowls in question have turned out to be Pusha T, who sent some not-so-subliminal shots to Drizzy with his recently released “H.G.T.V.” and Kid Cudi, who grouped Drake into an anti-Kanye Twitter rant before he flamed out and headed to rehab.
“Two Birds, One Stone” lyrics courtesy of Genius as you check out the song.
[Intro]YeahYeah, moreYeah
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[Verse 1: Drake]More time with family and friends, more lifeMore time to get it rightIt’s only me but I’m seeing four shadows in the lightMy demons visit me every nightTo the most high I’m forever indebted, I know I gotta pay somethingI know that day’s comingI put it all in the music cause if I don’t stay ahead I won’t say nothingCould feel my hand getting tired from holding the grudgesTwo birds, one stone, my aim is amazingI need to start loosing my shit just to show you niggas who hatin’To reversed like I called ahead for me and my ladyFree C5, how the fuck we got the boss waitingEvery since the blue basement I found god and lost patienceBetween rocks and hard places of all placesSpotted everywhere like DalmationCops snoop around cause all my dogs famousPlease welcome the October fall babyVon Road Academy, star playerMy minds not all thereUsed to carry a lot of dead weight like a pallbearerPeople too scared to tell the truth so it’s all dareCounted us all there and we all sqaureQuick money, I’m in and outMy dad used to use a soap bar till it’s thinning outBut shit, look at Dennis nowAll Stacy Adams and linnen’d outMore blessings for Sandy and him, more lifeMy parents never got it right, butGod bless em both, I think we all alikeWe all wide awake late at nightThinking on what to change if we do get to do it twice in a another lifeScared to go to sleep now cause being awake is what all my dreams were likeBack when the bar I set for myself was out of sightTell me how I went and did chin ups on this shit when I can’t sitPin ups of Megan Good and Pam Grier, soul sistersInspired my old scripturedNow that feeling gone like them old picturesMixed liquors got us both twistedWords get so viscous, you just stare at me while you roll swishesGirl I love you but I don’t miss youAnd now matter what year it is I’m an old 6’erGo figure, colder, stay in school manFuck the rap game, it’s all lies and it’s all fithy2 percent of us rich and the rest of these niggas are all milkyGot two of my niggas off on the not guiltyGave back to the city and never saidIf I didn’t live it but still they try to tell you I’m not the realestLike I’m some privilged kidLike it was handed to me, top of the ribbonI never worked to get itBut really it’s you with all the drug dealer stories that’s gotta stop thoughYou made a couple chops and now you think you ChapoIf you ask me though you ain’t lining in the trunk with kilo’sYou bagging weed with all your niggas watching PacinoLike “this is what we need to be on,” but never went liveYou middle man in this shit, you were never those guysI can tell cause I look most of you dead in the eyesAnd you be trying to tell that story for the rest of your livesCan’t show us where the cash isMe, I don’t judge, I just go off the math is, numbers inflatedBut you never went lieThey all look at me like what have you done for me latelyI like your older shit but wasn’t in love with the newer stuffAwe baby, stop debating, I’m just a creativeMy numbers are out of the world, no wonder they got me feeling so alienatedYou were the man on the moon, now you go through your phasesLife of the angry and famousRap like I know I’m the greatest and give you the tropical flavoursStill never been on hiatusYou stay xan and perked up so when reality set in you don’t gotta face itI’m down 200 in Vegas but winning in life on the dailyIt seems like no one wants to stay in my good gracesI’m like a real estate agent, putting you niggas in your placesLook what happens soon as you niggas talk to me crazyIs you crazy
