Drake – National Treasures Lyrics
“National Treasures” by Drake is a smooth and captivating track gaining attention across the global music scene.
This song blends hip-hop and R&B influences with reflective lyrics, creating a sound that is both soulful and engaging.
Drake – National Treasures
[Intro]
Yeah
I gotta light the tower up for this
Yeah, okay
[Verse 1]
I done had six, I’m a national treasure
The niggas that bad me gon’ bad me forever
R.I.P. Kobe, but y’all niggas brokey
That’s probably why y’all be shackin’ together
Capo and Lita got habits together
Like couples vacation, they packin’ together
Like rushin’ to finish, they slap it together
The charges like COVID, they’ll catch it together
They hate me so much, it’s a sickening thing
They must’ve heard wrong on the call
I sent them a sack ‘cause I wanted you shipped to the king
When you was a part of the team
We used to be planning our Mexico trip in the spring
We must’ve been dealin’ to spur of the moment
‘Cause why’d we think you could get us a ring?
They braggin’ ‘bout how you went home
The fuck are they on?
Kody, we threw him away
G-Pop sent us a rare one from day
Going next and we knew we was doing parades
Fuck all you pussy man, who can relate?
Might just go take me a walk by the sea
They diss on a boy till they blue in the face
I put all them faces, it’s blue in the safe
Really can’t find me no words
You niggas is burns, I wish that I knew what to say
You be a block, I don’t see your face
It’s your first time back since back in the day
First time lit since back in the day
We needed that chip since back in the day
My mind on the money, I’m rackin’ my brain
And none of you pussies is actin’ the same
None of you is actin’ the same
None of you is actin’ the same
[Chorus]
Mind on my money, I’m rackin’ my brain
Go to the hotel right after your game
Come to your show and get back on the plane
But don’t stick around in the 6
Don’t stick around in the 6
Yeah, boy gotta dip out the 6
Right out the 6, just like it did
[Verse 2]
Why was TPS at my crib until you boys slid?
It is what it is
Cheque signin’, if I can’t push it now
Ink, I feel like a squid
I would probably need a YouTube search
Just for me to do a laundry load
Alex Moss tryna bring me back 100 years from now
He got my body froze
All these niggas want a head tap
I did more damage off a body blow
I can’t hit you off the iPhone
Shit, let me hit you off the lobby phone
Niggas gotta be around
Head on swivel ‘cause we are not alone
Niggas gotta be around ice on the same shit
Like we monotone
Niggas gotta be around ice with the sticks
I’m like a hockey coach
Niggas better have a bag with a pipe
Like they came from a Scottish home
Damn way niggas talking ‘bout ice
Must be a cello microphone
How you niggas go from askin’ for some tickets
Now you niggas tryna stop the show?
Ironic, ‘cause the Iceman was a nice man
Now I’m hot and cold
[Outro]
Boy gotta dip out the 6
Right out the 6, just like it did
Why was TPS at my crib?
Until you boys slid
It is what it is
Cheque signin’, it’s my cake
Pushin’ out ink
I feel like a squid