[Intro: John Taylor & Drake]. I don't care what society thinks. They're nothing anyway. They're no better than me. Out there you just have to fit into a pattern. that somebody's already laid out for you. Life we live. you have to set your own patterns. your own ideals. You have to handle the whole job yourself. (Yeah). [Verse 1: Drake]. No snow tires the Range slip-slide. like Trick Daddy and Trina. Oli North pull in like 10 million a season. Queen Street visions that nobody believed in. If we not on the charts my Xo niggas eatin'. Fifty-two consecutive weekends. shout out to Weeknd. The city gets stronger when everybody is speakin'. Not when everybody out here beefin'. We got it now we just gotta keep it. America's most wanted man. I'm still on the run. All these number ones. and we still not the ones. No hard feelings but I'll still get you spun. Went and got diplomas. and we still goin' dumb. Please never label niggas who lay down for a livin'. My competition it's beyond offensive. I'm in it for the glory not the honor mention. Not tryna be fourth and inches. I'm tryna go the distance. Yeah distance I'm on a different mission. This the remix to "Ignition ". hot and fresh out the kitchen. How you forget to fill up with gas. on the road to riches?. Too overly ambitious too late to fix it. Too late for condolences when it's over with. I need to start sayin' shit when I notice it. Be open with people I need some closure with. Be honest with myself and take ownership. Opinions started to burn. when tables started to turn. I really used to feel like. they loved a nigga at first. Excitin' times revitalized. Trust this little light of mine is gonna shine positively. I'm just takin' what God will give me. Grateful like Jerry Bob and Mickey. Better attitude we'll see where it gets me. I know catchin' flies with honey is still sticky. I wrote the book on world-class finesses. And tasteful gestures and makin' efforts. And never placin' second. And even better knowin' you're first. but then takin' second. Inspirin' and never takin' credit. I know I deserve more I just never said it. Two middle fingers as I make a exit yeah. [Chorus: Drake]. Did I lose you?. Did I? Did I?. Did I lose you?. Did I? Did I?. Did I lose you?. [Verse 2: Drake]. Winnin' is problematic. People like you more. when you workin' towards somethin'. Not when you have it. Way less support from my peers. In recent years as I get established. Unforgivin' times but fuck it I manage. Why is my struggle different than others'?. Only child that's takin' care of his mother. As health worsens and bills double. That's not respectable all of a sudden?. I don't get a pat on the back for the come up?. What do you see when you see me?. When did all the things I mean. From the bottom of my heart start to lose meaning?. Maybe I share it with too many people. Back then it used to just feel like our secret. Back when I would write. And not think about how they receive it. I be tryna manifest the things I needed. And look now I mean. it's hard to believe it even for me. But you're mindful of it all. when your mind full of it all. How they go from not wantin' me at all. To wantin' to see me lose it all?. Things get dark but my aura just starts glowin'. I'm overcome with emotions. Ones I can't access when I'm stoned sober. Jealous ones still envy. and niggas turn king cobra. I could only speak what I know of. Man we wrote the book on calculated thinkin'. And icy Heineken drinkin' and rival neighborhoods linkin'. And puttin' your trust in someone. With the risk of financially sinkin'. All you did was write the book on garbage-ass Rollies. Ego strokin' picture postin'. Claimin' that you'd do it for motivational purposes only. But you just had to show me. See I know 'cause I study you closely. I know when someone lyin'. I notice people standin' for nothin'. and gettin' tired. I know what we're both thinkin'. even when you're quiet. Sometimes I gotta just make sure that I didn't lose you. [Chorus: Drake]. Did I? Did I?. Did I lose you?. Did I? Did I?. Did I lose you?. [Outro: 600 Breezy]. This is the 6's year. Six hundreds instead of six Ovo. You know we'll be rockin' our asses out. To my big brother Drizzy. You know what I'm sayin'?. More Life 6 to the world gang shit