Drake ‘Care Package’ Album: 20 of the Best Lyrics

"That manual Ferrari Italia, some fly shit/It's sitting at the house like I bought it in '96/'Cause honestly I'm too fucking busy to drive stick/I swear, too fucking busy, too busy fuckin'/This nigga girl, but to me she wasn't/Been hot before they open doors for me, pre-heated oven" —Drake

"My newest girl from back home got issues with parents/And some charges, how the fuck can I get her to Paris?/Luckily, I'm the greatest my country's ever seen/So chances are I get the border to issue me clearance/Dreams money can buy/Everybody yelled 'Surprise,' I wasn't surprised/That's only 'cause I been waiting on it, nigga/So fuck whoever hating on a nigga" —Drake

"Yeah, always been daddy's little angel/I bought your dad a bunch of shit for Christmas, he ain't even say thank you/I had no money left from actin', I was focused on the music/I used to always try and burn you CDs of my new shit/You be like 'Who's this?' I be like 'Me, girl'/You be like 'Oh, word, true shit?'" —Drake

"'Fore you said 'You're mine' I was yours already/22, had the Bentley four-door already/Even as a boy, I was the boy already/So you know that that mean pussy galore already/Mention other girls, you get insecure already/That was in the past, I matured already/Fuck them hoes, you got the award already/You go to Chanel and get rewards already" —Drake

"Sometimes I laugh with God about how you can't stop me/I'm his darkest angel probably but he still got me/I'm gettin' mine, but still I better lives/And shit I set aside to make sure that my people getting by/Brunch with some Qatar royals and my cup is all oil/You know it's real when your niggas'll take the fall for you/All loyal so you keep eggin' me on/And we gonna have to crack a shell just to prove to you, you ain't hard-boiled" —Drake

"Know some Somalis that say we got it Wallahi/Get us donuts and coffee, we'll wait for him in the lobby/And I gotta tell him chill, Sprite got me on payroll/Let that man live, they say, 'Okay, if you say so'/See whatever I say goes, I play like I'm on 'roids, no Canseco/No Oakland A's though, shout out the Bay though/I think I'm on my eighth flow, just watch me paint flow/We all do it for the art so I could never hate though" —Drake

"Good business can clean millions, I got the vision/I been had it since 'No Scrubs' and 'No Pigeons'/Even back when I wasn't as poppin'/When they told me take an R&B nigga on the road/And I told 'em no and drew for Kendrick and Rocky/I tried to make the right choices with the world watching/'Mike never tried to rap like Pac, Pac never tried to sing like Mike'/Those my dad's words to me when I asked him how to make it in life/And I always said my mother gave the greatest advice" —Drake

"Green, white, and red on my body 'cause I'm dipped in Ferrari/All she wanna do is get high and listen to Party/She complain, I tell the driver to drop her at Barneys/My summer diet is just Rosé and calamari/Look, now you got me started/I'm the black sheep, rest in peace to Chris Farley" —Drake

"I roll big body, wide body, Calabasas road winder/Sun shinin', waxed tires/See Kris Jenner, I beep twice and I wave/The rest of you boys, I blow Keeks right in your face/Pistol by my bed, I'm sleep, but I'm awake/For that one night when niggas try reach inside my safe/Don't push me 'cause I'm way too uneasy nowadays/These guys move so greezy nowadays/I tell you my life and y'all don't believe me when I say it" —Drake

"The part I love most is they need me more than they hate me/So they never take shots, I got everybody on safety/I could load every gun with bullets that fire backwards/Probably wouldn't lose a single rapper/Niggas make threats, can't hear 'em over the laughter/Yeah, that's 'cause I'm headed to the bank, nigga/Sinatra lifestyle, I'm just bein' frank with ya/I mean, where you think she at when she ain't with ya?" —Drake

"Str8, Y pree? Why is it always me?/Got us watchin' our words like it's wiretaps on the team/'Cause I show love, never get the same outta niggas/Guess it's funny how money can make change outta niggas/For real, some nobody started feelin' himself/A couple somebodies started killin' themself/A couple albums dropped, those are still on the shelf/I bet them shits would have popped if I was willin' to help" —Drake

"Fuck them niggas this year, I made Forbes list, nigga/Fuck your list, everything's lookin' gorgeous/Without me, rap is just a bunch of orphans/But if I stay, then this shit is a bunch of corpses/And me and my dread nigga from New Orleans/Stashin' money like hoarders off multi-platinum recordings/Eatin' like I’m seated at Swish, Sotto, and Joso's/Nothing Was The Same, this shit for Ezee and Coco" —Drake

"All them boys in my will, all them boys is my Wills/Anything happen to pop, then I got you like Uncle Phil/Weezy been on that edge, you niggas just need to chill/If anything happen to Papi, might pop a nigga for real/Comin' live from the screwface, livin' out a suitcase/But I'm feelin' good, Johnny got me pushin' two plates/My weight up, I refused to wait up, I started a new race/It's funny when you think a nigga blew up after Lupe" —Drake

"I should run a clinic for niggas that think that they winning/On some coach shit, 50 Ms for a three-month road trip/I see straight through them like fish tanks with no fish in them/Drizzy still got some '06 in him/IRS all in my books getting they Matlock on/All this capital it's like I left the caps lock on/It's like every time I plot a return I seem to shift the game/See I can still talk keys without pitchin' cane" —Drake

"Your money is just a little Barney’s Co-Op for you to be tryna show out/I'm in your girl's ear planting seeds like a grow-op/We move the operation to Cali soon as the snow drop/Oh stop, please stop arguin' 'bout who's the best MC/I think everyone would agree, they know that you're not/I know I'm a sure shot, middle finger poking you in your sore spot/Bars sound like I'm under oath nigga/I Comedy Central roast niggas and turn 'em to ghost niggas" —Drake

"Hold your applause/Who gives a poker face when you jokers showed me your cards?/David and Goliath, takin' on the giants/No need for pause when I tell you my balls bigger than yours, Cole/No false gods, young Mike playin' against the Monstars/Tappin' into '94 Nas/Or that '96 Jay, or that Chronic shit, Dre/Which is really just Slim Shady, I'm silly, my pen crazy" —J. Cole

"I be with my nigga Chubbs, he in love with street shit/No wonder why I feel awkward at this Fashion Week shit/No wonder why I keep fucking up the double-cheek kiss/And long for that ignorant Young Money Miami Beach shit/Couple artists got words for me, that's never fun/They say it's on when they see me, that day don't ever come/I'm never scared, they never real, I never run/When all is said and done, more is always said than done" —Drake

"Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit/Got black wood in my white Range/I'm taking off when that light change/I'm Drizzy Drake to my old bitches/Voodoo Child to my new hoes/I miss this and I want it back so I'm all in with these new flows/New flows, got new flows, rap is stress but it pays great/Pimp flows and Screw flows, my shit is sounding like grey tapes" —Drake

"I hate calling the women bitches, but the bitches love it/I took some sense and made a nickel of it/I'm urging all daughters to kiss their mothers/With those lips that all that lipstick covers/You're never too grown up to miss and hug her/And girls counting on me to be there like missing rubbers/I'm on some Marvin Gaye shit, a bunch of distant lovers" —Drake

"I miss Memphis, Tennessee, my cousins, my dad/The simplistic beauty that all of them Southerners have/I'm halfway across the world with dozens of bags/Feeling like all four members of Color Me Badd/In one nigga, amazing shit/I got that Courtney Love for you, that crazy shit/I don't drink every bottle I own, I be aging shit/And I got them wedding ring flows, that engaging shit" —Drake