The Shoe Fits 作词 : A. Graham/S. Wilson/M. McCollum/A. Hernández/J.E. Thomas 作曲 : A. Graham/S. Wilson/M. McCollum/A. Hernández/J.E. Thomas Yeah Y'all might want to skip this one this is a harsh truth Yeah, a hard truth Look, to all the ladies wonderin' why Drake can't rap like the same old guy It's 'cause I don't know how anymore I don't know how, yup I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken In a half I try to joke and laugh But I just don't know how anymore Look, I don't know how, yup To all the super triggered women talkin' down on me Relax, drink some water, act like you somebody daughter Can't get a tan from your phone light Baby, it's late June, open the blinds, get out the shame room Maybe you could start gettin' involved in some shit when you're not involved Or maybe you go for a walk somewhere that is not a mall What's your baby shoes size? Could tell by the laces They tight or you only focus on the steps that I'm taking in life And then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's lead For a month on Colombia and now everything bigger Even your attitude is bigger Your appetite growing Your nigga is not even a star in QB That on the field before the game, he just practicin' Throwing what happened to selling real estate Where all that was going All your captions lately talkin' about happy and glowin' All of that snappin' and posin' Whole time he jealous of your past, who the **** was your last Asking questions about niggas, then you get slapped in the face if you happen to know him Domestic abuse, that man is not a man for you, he's a pathetic excuse Lying through your teeth, scared of letting'your skeletons loose But you stick around, because who's out there that's better for you? Plus he paid the surgeon so your ass could get a caboose But he wants you covering it up so your dresses is loose Plus it's the only thing they see when you get introduced Now you on a flight to Bogotá just to get it reduced Good Lord, more weeks of recovery clinics Front like you love every minute You getting pushed to the brink, you sittin' at double your limit Meanwhile that nigga out in my city ****in' all b*****s If they even mention me and showin' me love then it's finished Jealous? Damn, niggas, damn Then you got the ones that travel across the globe Everythin' is paid, they don't need a man Don't listen to Drake, never been a fan You got a million hoes, yeah, I understand I'm never ****in' you ,so take that out your plans I'm good on all you, niggas, 'till the ring is on my hand Then I search your name, find you on the ground Click the linktree and see you suckin' d**k on cam, what the ****? Oh, hell, no It can't be Not Mrs. Independent, dude Nah So, uh Look, to all the ladies wonderin' why Drake can't rap like the same old guy It's 'cause I don't know how anymore I don't know how, yup I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken In a half I try to joke and laugh But I just don't know how anymore Look, I don't know how, yup To all the ladies on my case would you look on their face Allow me to put these bums right back in their place For all the niggas who act twelve The fake gangsters with them the ones that only hit your phone up when it's past twelve Daddy's not the only ones worried about strikin' a pose You ordering one bottle to split between five of the bros All your booze think it's halloween and they went ghost That's when you go Miami on the Gram and you rent boats And now they thinkin' you sweet with the bread like french toast you boys becomin' detectives but ain't in no trench coats I would never guess that's you, niggas, is this crazy? She took d**k in Ibiza, you turnin' the d**k tracy You niggas so jaded Actin' Hulk tough but you only turn green because your necklace is gold-plated She settled for an NBA star, that's through playin' Instead she got an NBA fan, that's too can She lookin' for high ground, hate being tied down She loved you for the first year but those feelings died down She livin' in downtown, you live with your parents still You don't own a steering wheel so you can't even drive down You down loaded to my Mercedes after some time now The track when she ride 'round You know where she goin' before she did raise eyebrows You hackin' her iCloud, you committing cyber crimes You niggas desire the line She's finally movin' on, she's only said it a thousand times You sold her a dream talkin' that give you the world shit Her friends wanna get her back on that diamonds in perth shit I mean, it was girls there, but it wasn't a girl's trip She met a guy, she met a guy that ain't just gettin' by a better guy She about to spread her wings and you just gotta let her fly You know you can't control a Gemini, that's facts She like, "Shh, quiet everybody, the game started My new boo whoopin' tonight and he said he played the garden He said if I ain't watching and that ain't started" She point to the guy that she talkin' about it and it's James Harden Damn, dog Lost your, lost your girl to the Sniper, huh? 13, good God I feel for you, bro Look, to all the ladies wonderin' why Drake can't rap like the same old guy It's 'cause I don't know how anymore I don't know how, yup I've had my beliefs tested, my faith broken in a half I try to joke and laugh But I just don't know how anymore, love I don't know how, yup That's real