The Heart Part 6 Lyrics – Drake

[Intro: Aretha Franklin]
Now let me see ya prove it
Just let me see ya prove it

[Verse: Drake]
Alright
The Pulitzer Prize winner is definitely spiralin'
I got your fμcκ¡ng lines tapped, I swear that I'm dialed in
First, I was a rat, so where's the proof of the trial then?
Where's the paperwork or the cabinet it's filed in?
1090 Jake would've took all the walls down
The streets would've had me hiding out in a small town
My Montreal connects stand up, not fall down
The ones that you're getting your stories from, they all clowns
I am a war gеneral, seasoned in prеparation
My jacket is covered in medals, honor and decoration
You waited for this moment, overcome with the desperation
We plotted for a week and then we fed you the information
A daughter that's eleven years old, I bet he takes it
We thought about giving a fake name or a destination
But you so thirsty, you not concerned with investigation
Instead you in Advantage Studio, it's a celebration
You gotta learn to fact check things and be less impatient
Your fans are rejoicing thinking this is my expiration
Even the picture you used, the jokes and the medication
The Maybach glove and the drug he uses for less inflation
Master manipulator, you bit on the speculation
You dumb and reactive, n¡ɡɡα, I'm petty with dedication
What about the bones we dug up in that excavation?
And why isn't Whitney denying all of the allegations?
Why is she following Dave Free and not Mr. Morale?
You haven't seen the kids in six months, the distance is wild
Dave leaving heart emojis underneath pics of the child
Speaking of anything with a child, let's get to that now
This Epstein angle was the ѕh¡t I expected
TikTok videos you collected and dissected
Instead of being on some diss-direct ѕh¡t
You rather fμcκ¡ng grab your pen and misdirect ѕh¡t
My mom came over today and I was like, "Mother, I—, mother, I—, mother—"
Ahh, wait a second, that's that one record where you say you got molested
Aw, fμcκ me, I just made the whole connection
This about to get so depressin'
This is trauma from your own confessions
This when your father leave you home alone with no protection, so neglected
That's why these pedophile raps is ѕh¡t you so obsessed with, it's so excessive
They acting like it's so aggressive
But you just never known affection
I don't wanna diss you anymore, this really got me second guessing
"Touch My Body" by Mariah Carey play, you probably start reflectin'
I never been with no one underage but now I understand why this the angle that you really mess with
Just for clarity, I feel disgusted, I'm too respected
If I was fμcκ¡ng young girls, I promise I'd have been arrested
I'm way too famous for this ѕh¡t you just suggested
But that's not the lesson, clearly there's a deeper message
Deep cuts that never healed and now they got infected
Like if Dave really fucked your girl and got her pregnant, talk about breeding resentment
I'm not sure how to ease the sentiment, this ѕh¡t's too intimate
I'm praying you recover from both incidents
But you a piece of ѕh¡t so this ѕh¡t really no coincidence
Drake is not a name that you gon' see on no ѕєx offender list, Eazy-Duz-It
You mentioning A minor, but n¡ɡɡαѕ gotta B sharp and tell the fans, "Who was it?"
You thought you left D flat, D major
I'll slit your throat with the razor and do Rick Ross Air like that one flight from Malaysia, I'm your baby mama's screen saver
Only fμcκ¡ng with Whitney's, not Millie Bobby Brown's, I'd never look twice at no teenager
I'm a fμcκ¡ng hitmaker, dog, not a peacemaker
Yeah, bullets that I'm stuffing in each chamber, your αѕѕ in extreme danger
Stop buying views and bot comments, you may as well keep the paper
ѕh¡t you 'bout to need for later
I give a fμcκ about your streaming data
You could drop a hundred more records, I'll see you later
Yeah, maybe when you meet your maker
I don't wanna fight with a woman beater, it feeds your nature
If you still bumping R Kelly you can thank the Savior
Said if they deleted his music then your music is going too, a hypocrite
I don't understand why these people praise you, sounding like you send him commissary when he need some paper
Album dropping soon, no wonder you turning clout chaser 'stead of doing hard labor
N¡ɡɡα, I see you when I see you like Fantasia
And Whitney, you can hit me if you need a favor
And when I say I hit you back, it's a lot safer
Huh, I promise

[Outro: Drake]
Yeah!
I'm not gonna lie this ѕh¡t was some, some good exercise, like
It's good to get out, get the pen workin'
You would be a worthy competitor if I was really a predator and you weren't fμcκ¡ng lying to every blogger and editor, but
It is what it is
You definitely got this ѕh¡t burnt the fμcκ out though, like
You got ten more records to drop
The one before the last one we finessed you into telling a story that doesn't even exist
And then, you go and drop the West Coast one to try and cover that up
I would like that one, that, that, that would be some ѕh¡t I could dance to if you wasn't tripling down on some whole other bullshit but
You know, at least your fans are getting some raps out of you
I'm happy I could motivate you
Bring you back to the game, like
You know, but
Just let me know when we're getting to the facts
Everything in my ѕh¡t is facts
I'm waiting on you to return the favor, like