Pompano Freestyle (Skies Parted) Lyrics – Drake

[Intro: Drake]
You know I had to do one, I gotta get one, yuh
Life’s crazy, it’s hard for me to trust
It’s hard for me to trust
‘Cause even if they not down, they act down ’cause they know what’s up

[Verse 1: Drake]
Ayy, ayy, n!ggas love to get to switching on some ho s*it
We ain’t stripping when we gripping on a pole, b!tch
Ayy, baby got to slip me in her throat quick
Feed her ass McDonald’s on some E-I-E-I-O s*it
Oh s*it, got the factory diamonds on me, no s*it, ayy

Bro had a knockout, so we both hit
And the car black matted on some woke s*it
Thinking far back, I was on some broke s*it
Whole time all that money sitting in my notes, b!tch
Never dreamt of seven-hundrеd million when I wrote s*it
I was trying get it for my momma and thе bros quick
And my girl, Hawi, she was Ethiopian
Then the skies parted and I saw a opening
Tried doing drügs, it ain’t work, I was focusing
I never got to graduate or do a homecoming
Couldn’t take no money from nobody got my own coming, ayy, yeah
I got my own coming
Came in this alone so I ain’t expect a loan coming
All my brothers eyes blood red like they on something
Bad ways love the Boy so much, they wanna—ayy, yeah, ayy
They wanna dome something
You know how we rocking in this b!tch, it’s like Stallone coming
When I get that feeling, gotta trust it, man, it’s smoke coming
I don’t like to look at shawty, eyes is like, “You know something”
I got real n!ggas picking up the slack for me
I got white boys really down to black for me
I got real hitters tryna go to bat for me
Been a long day, baby, throw it back for me, ayy
Bend her back for me, ayy
Break a back for me, ayy

Ratchet girls don’t ask, man, they ask for me, ayy
Bend her back for me, ayy
Baby, tell me how you feel when you tell me that it’s real
Is it actually, ayy
Bend her back for me, break her back for m
irl, it’s gotta be real, you wouldn’t cap to me

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
(Say) They at my top, they want my spot, but n!gga, I’ll be damned
She wanna get married, all I did was get her a little lamb
Remember posting by the Quick Stop, I was selling yams
If you my b!tch, stop posting other rappers on the ‘gram
‘Cause I don’t appreciate you d!ck-riding me and them
Man, fu*k that hoe, that s*it old news, CNN
Caresha nun’ new (CNN), but now she ran her (??) up (CNN)
Ain’t ’bout you b!tch, ho, I’m the s*it, I want my feet sucked
On a regular day, I’m in Miami with my heat tucked
We sending n!ggas on they way, we call it meat truck
Like Johnny punch me in the mouth, he got my teeth bust
I put them crosses on the Chrysler like I’m Jesus
Say, this a SRT Chrysler, not the slow kind
Ain’t no point in asking how she doing ’cause she so fine
Yeah, I send her back and forth with P’s on a Greyhound (Tay Keith, fu*k these n!ggas up)
And by me we sliding and we swinging like the playground’
Caught up with them n!ggas that was steady screaming motion
Tag a n!gga toe on some eenie-minie-mo s*it
I’m from where these n!ggas’ll wanna kill you for your own s*it
Where these n!ggas’ mouth be full of gold, but they don’t own s*it
I’m from where these hoes’ll say you raped them off of phone s*x
Put you right on child support, the baby ain’t even born yet
Me, I’m in a Thundercat, I’m swerving bumping that throwback Boosie
Yeah, I smell like zaza pack and Baccarat and white girl coochie
Yeah I told her, “Snowbunny, come get some money with me this summer” (??)
I’m from that Pompano, yeah, Ugly Corner, 1800 Block
Golden Acres Projects baby, man, I’m a sunshine boy
I don’t know what you gon’ do, you know me I’ma bust mine, boy
I jump out right at Powerline, I let it off, Garfield
When I get Hennessy Carolina, I’m putting two in the ho’ ribs
On my paper, s*it get lethal if you touch mine, n!gga (Tay Keith, fu*k these n!ggas up)
Seven trays back-to-back just like a lunch line, n!gga