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Drake’s Most Memorable Verses of 2016

This past year, Drake provided us with many new hits and many new songs to add to our playlists. After the jump, we’ll take a look at just a few of his most memorable verses this year.

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Summer Sixteen
All you boys in the new Toronto want to be me a little
All your exes know I like my O’s with a V in the middle
You would love it if I went away or didn’t say nothing else
How am I keeping it real by keeping this shit to myself?
You was never gang, gang, gang, gang, you was never one of us
Had us fooled for a minute there, now we done all grown up
But I’m better off anyway, y’all never gon’ finish Drake
Say you seeing ‘bout it when you see me man y’all never home anyway
Thought of things that you shoulda said, said things that you shouldn’t say
We even gave y’all the whole money play and y’all broke to this day
“Oh it’s your time now” yeah, that’s what everybody say
I used to wanna be on Roc-A-Fella then I turned into Jay
Now I got a house in LA, Now I got a bigger pool than Ye
And look man, Ye’s pool is nice, mine’s just bigger’s what I’m saying
I’m that nigga’s what I’m saying
Getting things done around here
How you let me run it down here
I’m not even from around here
Six, six, six, six, six soon as I’m back in the city they throw a parade
I might get a key to the city and give it to Wayne
Or give it to one of the young boys to carry the wave
Yeah, so trust me, they’ll be out here…
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Child’s Play
Why you gotta fight with me at Cheesecake?
You know I love to go there
Say I’m actin’ lightskin, I can’t take you nowhere
This a place for families that drive Camrys and go to Disney
They don’t need to know all of our business
You wildin’, you super childish, you go to CVS for Kotex
In my Bugatti, I took the key and tried to hide it
So you can’t drive it, and put on mileage
Then you find it, awkward silence
Momma is a saint, yes, she raised me real good
All because of her I don’t do you like I should
Don’t make me give you back to the hood
Don’t make me give you back
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Hype
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’ 1’s 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 feeling a way and won’t hide it
Niggas done being silent
Don’t get along man, we tried it
What’s the point of even tryin’?
I hate a goofy especially
They always dyin’ to mention me
They gotta go, they gotta go
They gonna die out eventually
I cannot give ’em no empathy
I’ma have B’s when I’m 70
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
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Pop Style
They still out to get me, I don’t get it
I can not be got, and that’s a given
Give a real nigga the number one
Even though I got like twenty-one
Cannot be me I’m a one-of-one
Schooling your ass like 101
They been out here tryna slide on me
They been out here telling lies on me
Everybody looking out for themself
But they still got they eyes on me
See me putting in the hard work now, aye
Momma doesn’t have to call work now, aye
I decide when I start work now, aye
Problems hit the gym, they all work out
MVP, MVP, oh-nine all the way to sixteen
Even next season looking like a breeze
Lot of y’all ain’t built for the league, yeah
Trade you off the team while you in your sleep, yeah
Y’all showed me that nothing’s guaranteed
And you don’t know what you started
My friend’s chain so big that he look like the artist
I can’t trust no fuckin’ body
They still out to get me cause they never got me
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Look, I got a big amount
I think I’m the biggest out
Got hits and I ain’t even put ’em out
Lit and you can’t even put it out
Got the Billboard melodies
Rap is somethin’ I do on the side
Crossed over to the other side
And I didn’t even have to die
Got the money and I never show it
Let a nigga try to play heroic
Michael Jackson talkin’ to me in my dreams
And he say, “You bad and you know it”
Better shamone with my check then
I’m a J. Prince investment
Niggas love to talk reckless
Then see me like best friends
Got the sand-colored FN
And I’ve never seen the inside of a Marriott or a Westin
Five stars, nothin’ less than
Fuck niggas on your payroll
And you let ’em know the safe code
And you knew him for a month though
But you call them niggas big bro
You could move in the Hidden Hills
And we still don’t live by the same code
I’m respected everywhere I go
Nigga, long live Bankroll
Skip the rainbow, funny style shit
And it’s straight to the pot of gold
Somebody, everybody know
6 God with the god flow
Yeah, yeah
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