Drake raps about OVO, his friends who started with him in the beginning that have shown loyalty and how he could never pay them back monetarily.
Lyrics of The Remorse
Yeah (huh)
Yeah
Look, me and Lil Sandra bagging CDs in the bubble wrap
People recognize me from the TV, but I'm done with that
People don't wanna see me succeed, this shit come with that
Even when I come back, I don't know if it's me that's gonna be coming back
Soon as I left, I had to make peace with that
Dropped out of school 'cause nobody was teaching that
The Best Western's where a nigga was sleeping at
Daemen College booking me to pull up and speak the facts
Even if they make a movie 'bout us, this shit'll be hard to reenact
Dislocated shoulder, it's hard to be always reaching back
All these IOUs, it's hard for me to be keeping track
Friends that dedicated they life to just keeping me intact
Hard to pay 40, pay Noel, pay Niko back
All the nights I needed to vent to someone and CJ sat
All the nights Chubbs was pulling up where I need him at
All the times Mark was making sure that my luggage packed
At times he had to double back
I mean even with a salary you can't put no prices on that
There is no salary cap, there is no paying 'em back, for real
I wonder what it could've been if I had snakes in the mix
Actually, I never wanna know 'cause we made it like this
Shots gotta fly either way now, make it or miss
Overtime, I was all good, we take it in shifts
What would you do if it wasn't this? That's a hard one
The finish line is where I like to pull up and start from
Pain is just a place that I go and get the bars from
Anxiety's a drug that I use to get the job done
Delusional is a space I like to think that I'm far from
My son is the one thing I hate to be apart from
Bet against me, don't know where they're getting their odds from
I know that when it's done, I'm going wherever God's from
But I still don't know where I get the calm from
Yeah
(Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
(Whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa)
Yeah (whoa, whoa)
(Yeah)
Look, gotta hold my head high up with two dry eyes
I told you everything is fine, dawg, but I lied
I be tryna draw the line, but it's a fine line
And I'm drowning out the noise from the sideline
Sometimes it's louder than the voice I got in my mind
I can't even hear myself when I get quiet time
Like how they telling me I'm done when I'm in my prime?
They've been tryna push the narrative since '09
And they even had my ass convinced a couple times
But that ain't even the half, I had tougher times
Only look for sympathy inside my mothers eyes
And it's whatever with them niggas on the other side
We got problems we could never really put aside
I cracked the door for us all, put my foot inside
I tried to kill them boys with kindness, but they wouldn't die
So now I kill 'em all for acting like they couldn't die, yeah
My hard work doesn't just pay off, it pays all the family debts off
I'm taking heads off, Future out here like Irving Azoff
Houses paid off, label paid off, my soul for the money wasn't the trade off
Unlike most of you boys that fade off
I feel guilty taking some days off
Please don't Google my net worth, the numbers are way off
I mean if you comparing it to what I really made off with
I'm more like Bernie with all the earnings that they came off
Trust me it was nothing light, holmes
They tried to give me a slice of the pie and I took the knife home
I know you love me
Can't picture being a hubby, finger too stubby to fit a ring on
Unless Kawhi wanna run it back
Other than that, the strings will be unattached
Certified Lover Boy, I'm not the one for cuddling or none of that
Y'all music gets watered down when you love 'em back
And you know what I'm on, blowing past ya, owning masters
Said you're like a father figure to me
But now daddy's not around, so I'm a bastard
Oh, of course, the only villain that show remorse when I owe you more
Soft spot for all of the ones that came before, I can't ignore it
I'm always tryna rekindle
From the bottom to the top, man, what's it like in the middle?
From the lemon-faced radio host that love to be bitter
To my dawgs in the game who wasn't pick of the litter
For the young Gs out here starting from the beginning
Nobody praying for you when you winning, don't forget it
(Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa)
(Whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa)
(Whoa, whoa)
Said it's hard when it starts to fade away
Said it's hard when it starts to fade away
Yeah (ooh, yeah)
And it's hard when it starts to fade away
Hard when it starts to fade away
It's hard when the memories start to fade away
Its hard when the memories start to fade away
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Ooh, ooh) so beautiful
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah