





Drake is not playing around, and he’s got the diss track to prove it. Shortly after Pusha T’s new album “DAYTONA” dropped and featured a veiled diss at Drake and his alleged ghostwriter Quentin Miller, the Toronto rapper immediately pushed back with a diss track hours later. On Friday evening, Drake took to Soundcloud to drop his “Duppy Freestyle” which directly takes shots at Pusha T and his label.
Drake claps back with lines like “I had a microphone of yours/ But then the signature faded/ I think that pretty much resembles what’s been happening lately” and “If you rebuke me for working with someone else on a couple of V’s, what do you really think of the n**ga that’s making your beats?/I’ve done things for him, I thought that he never would need/Father had to stretch his hands out and get it for me.”
All of the information you need to listen to “Duppy Freestyle” can be seen below.
Drake ‘Duppy Freestyle’ Details:
Single: ‘Duppy Freestyle’
Artist: Drake
Genre: Hip-Hop
Release Date: May 25, 2018
Run Time: 3:05
Drake – ‘Duppy Freestyle’ Lyrics
[Intro]
I’m in shock
The nerve, the audacity
Okay
[Verse]
So if you rebuke me for working with someone else on a couple of Vs
What do you really think of the n**ga that’s making your beats?
I’ve done things for him I thought that he never would need
Father had to stretch his hands out and get it from me
I pop style for 30 hours, then let him repeat
Now, you popping up with the jokes, I’m dead, I’m asleep
I just left from over by y’all putting pen to the sheets
Tired of sitting quiet, and helping my enemies eat
Keep getting temperature checks
They know that my head overheats
Don’t know why the fuck you n**gas listen to Denim or Steve
Must’ve had your Infrared wrong, now your head on the beam
Ya’ll are the spitting image of whatever jealousy breeds
Don’t push me when I’m in album mode
You not even top 5 as far as your label talent goes
You send shots, well, I got to challenge those
But I bring Calicos to the Alamo
I could never have a Virgil in my circle and hold him back ’cause he makes me nervous
I wanna see my brothers flourish to their higher purpose
You n**gas leeches and serpents
I think it’s good that now the teachers are learning
Your brother said, it was your cousin then him, then you
So, you don’t rap what you did, you just rap what you knew
Don’t be ashamed, it’s plenty n**gas that do what you do
There’s no malice in your heart, you’re an approachable dude
Man, you might’ve sold the college kids for Nikes and Mercedes
But, you act like you sold drugs for Escobar in the 80’s
I had a microphone of yours, but then the signature faded
I think that pretty much resembles what’s been happening lately
Please believe your demise will be televised
And as for Q, man I changed his life a couple times
N**ga was at Kroger working double time
Ya’ll acting like he made the boy when I was trying to help the guy
Yeah, who gassed you to play with me?
Man, you made this shit easy as ABCs
Whoever supposedly making me hits, but then got no hits sound like they need me
My hooks did it, my lyrics did it, my spirit did it
I’m fearless with it, yeah
I really shouldn’t have given you none of my time
‘Cause you older than the n**ga you running behind
Look, holla at me when you multi-million
I told you keep playing with my name and I’ma let it ring on you
Like Virginia Williams
I’m too resilient, get out your feelings
It’s gonna be a cruel summer for you
I told Weezy and Baby “I’ma done him for you”
Tell ‘Ye we got a invoice coming to you
Considering that we just sold another 20 for you