The Heart Part 6 (Explicit) - Drake

Now let me see ya prove it

Just let me see ya prove it

Alright

The Pulitzer Prize winner is definitely spiralin'

I got your ******* lines tapped

I swear that I'm dialed in

First I was a rat

So where's the proof

Of the trial then

Where's the paperwork

Or the cabinet it's filed in

1090 Jake woulda took all the walls down

The streets woulda had me hidin'

Out in a small town

My Montreal connects stand up

Now fall down

The ones that you're getting

Your stories from they all clowns

I am a war general swasonwd in preparation

My jacket is coverwd in medals honor and decoration

You waited for this moment overcome with the desperation

We plotted for a week and then we fed you the information

A daughter that's eleven years old I bet he takes it

We thought about givin' a fake name or a destination

But you so thirsty you not concerned with investigation

Instead you in that Venice studio it's a celebration

You gotta learn to fact-check things and be less impatient

Your fans are rejoicin' thinkin' this is my expiration

Even the picture you used the jokes and the medication

The Maybach glove and the d**g he use is for less inflation

Master manipulator you bit on the speculation

You dumb and reactive nigga I'm petty with dedication

What about the bones we dug up in that excavation

And why isn't Whitney denyin' all of the allegations

Why is she followin' Dave Free and not Mr Morale

You haven't seen the kids in six months the distance is wild

Dave leavin' heart emojis underneath pics of the child

Speakin' of anything with a child let's get to that now

This Epstein angle was the **** I expected

TikTok videos you collected and dissected

Instead of bein' on some diss-direct ****

You rather ******* grab your pen and misdirect ****

My mom came over today and I was like Mother I

Mother I mother ahh wait a second

That's that one record where you say you got molested

Aw **** me I just made the whole connection

This about to get so depressin'

This is trauma from your own confessions

This when your father leave you home

Alone with no protection so neglected

That's why these pedophile raps and

**** you so obsessed with it's so excessive

They actin' like it's so aggressive

But you just never known affection

I don't wanna diss you anymore

This really got me second-guessin'

Touch My Body by Mariah Carey play

You probably start reflectin'

I never been with no one underage

But now I understand why this the

Angle that you really mess with

Just for clarity I feel disgusted I'm too respected

If I was ******* young girls I promise I'd have been arrested

I'm way too famous for this **** you just suggested

But that's not the lesson clearly there's a deeper message

Deep cuts that never healed and now they got infected

Like if Dave really ****** your girl and got her pregnant

Talk about breedin' resentment

I'm not sure how to ease the sentiment

This shit's too intimate

I'm praying you recover from both incidents

But you a piece of **** so this **** really no coincidence

Drake is not a name that you gon' see on no sex

Offender list Eazy-Duz-It

You mentionin' A minor but niggas gotta B sharp

And tell the fans

Who was it

You thought you left D flat D major

I'll slit your throat with the razor

And do Rick Ross Air like that one flight from Malaysia

I'm your baby mama's screen saver

Only ******* with Whitneys not Millie Bobby Browns

I'd never look twice at no teenager

I'm a ******* hitmaker dog not a peacemaker

Yeah bullets that I'm stuffin' in each chamber

Your a*s in extreme danger

Stop buyin' views and bot comments

You may as well keep the paper

**** you 'bout to need for later

I give a **** about your streamin' data

You could drop a hundred more records

I'll see you later

Yeah maybe when you meet your maker

I don't wanna fight with a woman beater

It feeds your nature

If you still bumpin' R Kelly you could

Thank the Savior

Said if they deleted his music

Then your music is goin' too a hypocrite

I don't understand why these people praise ya

Soundin' like you send him commissary

When he need some paper

Album droppin' soon no wonder you turn

To a clout chaser 'stead of doin' hard labor

Nigga I'll see you when I see you like Fantasia

And Whitney you can hit me if you need a favor

And when I say I hit ya back it's a lot safer

Huh I promise

Yeah

I'm not gonna lie this **** was some some good exercise like

It's good to get out get the pen workin'

You would be a worthy competitor if I was really a predator

And you weren't ******* lying to every blogger and editor but

It is what it is

You definitely got this **** burnt the **** out though like

You got ten more records to drop

The one before the last one we finessed you into tellin' a

Story that doesn't even exist

And then you go and drop the West Coast one to try

And cover that up

I would like that one that w that-that

Would be some ****

I could dance to if you wasn't

Triplin' down on some whole other ******** but

You know at least your fans are gettin' some

Raps out of you

I'm happy I could motivate you

Bring you back to the game like

You know but

Just let me know when we're gettin' to the facts

Everything in my **** is facts

I'm waitin' on you to return the favor like