Singer: DrakeComposer: DrakeHey, InstagramThis song I’ve been writing, oh, for a few monthsI don’t know, I, I started writing it about familyJust came up now, soAnybody feel any way about it, I don’t give a fuck(Yeah, family)YeahYeahLost you to the game, I gotta hug thatI was here when you was asking where the love atDip your finger in the bag to get your buzz backI was wishin’ on a star when I was thatI’ve been fortunate enough to have it my wayI’m a fortune teller, listen to what I say‘Member when we used to park up in my drivewayI always told it how it was, I never shy awayThis life is really something you get lost inI know niggas that got famous and they bought friendsI had friends that only had half of they heart inIt’s hard to accept now, and it was hard thenBut I treated you like gold, I was all inSpoiled rotten, they could smell you ‘fore you walked inBurnin’ incense in your new apartmentBut you got no sense when it come toLost you to the game, I gotta hold thatHow you feelin’ in your soul since you sold that?I’ll be better off without you, and we know thatYou ain’t lookin’ at a nigga you could hold backLike I’m tryna show the waves, this is no capYou sold me up the river, but I rowed backYou put me on the road without a roadmapI’m not tryna make no song, these are cold factsYou got some liquor at the house?YeahGo get a shot, let’s do a shot togetherI don’t see itOkay, hahaha
AyyBeing here wasn’t in the plansI do it for the Grahams, not the ‘GramI do it for the fam, but still fuckin’ Uncle SamI tried to change for you, but that wasn’t who I amEven when being real is out of fashionNiggas keep stealin’ my style, now we out here matchin’I did it by being myself with no dramatic actingI couldn’t sit around and wait, I had to have it happenLost you to the game, I gotta face thatReally think I lost you like a ways backAlways sayin’ how a nigga never play fairI took you up under my wing and you just stayed thereYou was supposed to grow some wings, get your own pairWe started this from the bottom, now you alone thereShit, you treat it like it’s home thereDependent on me, you was supposed to get your own shareI still love you to my last daysI never knew that shit would be this fast-pacedI never thought I’d see awards in a glass caseI could’ve ended up in your crib with a masked faceIt could’ve went left on a couple bad daysWhen I visit my last place is the only time I’m in last placeSee me these days, I never got on a sad faceSee me these days, ILost you to the game, and I see whyIt was always you and I without the T-YThis is not one of them stories that got three sidesThis is not one of them stories you could rewindLike I’m tryna show the waves, this is no capYou drove a nigga crazy, but I drove backYou wrote me off and then you never wrote backI’m not tryna make no song, these are cold factsYes, sir(Baby)Hold on, hold on(Let me tell you something about me)(I really do know, I know who I wanna be)WooLord, I already passed on all that (Woo)You go ‘head on, haha
