The track’s existence was revealed on October 5, 2023 in an Instagram reel from Drake, with the track and its music video also being previewed in its entirety.
8AM in Charlotte
Drake Lyrics
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Be grateful
That He was there
Glory (yeah)
I'm out here on the road
You can hear it in the voice (glory)
Still get this shit off, though
Look
The money speakin' for itself, I call it fortune-tell
Fire top from a bitch that work in corporate sales
Chinchilla ushanka, we skiin' out in Courchevel
Breakin' news, they tried to kill him, but the boy prevails
I leave for tour and my niggas fuckin' go to jail
Preachin' to the dogs 'bout wantin' more for themselves
It's weighin' heavy on my moral scale
Knowin' they gon' sell another citizen 'cane, they think they Orson Welles
Walk in Chanel, they like, "How the fuck you need more Chanel?"
I got these cats tuckin' tails on fourth-quarter sales
I'm used to seein' tears drop over enormous meals
The restaurant clears out, faint echoes of Lauryn Hill
I say, "We gotta talk about us," I feel like Jordan Peele
Could tell I'm gettin' under your skin like a orange peel
'Cause your words don't match your actions like a foreign film
And now it's silence in the Lamb' like the horror film
Things get quiet after me statin' the obvious
Things get kinky after fifteen years of dominance
That October sky is lookin' ominous
The money is autonomous
Shout to Oliver North, he out in Rome doin' Toronto shit
And Jeremiah the watchdog, you niggas know what time it is
I'm in and out of Houston Hobby so much, I'm a hobbyist
Hoes waitin' on Cench in the lobby, that boy a lobbyist
Savage got a green card straight out of the consulate
Where I go, you go, brother, we Yugoslavian
Formal is the dress code, dawg, so many checks owed
I feel Czechoslovakian, nigga, what the fuck?
Nah, I'm movin' different right now, for real, like
I feel like if Mike switched out the glove for the pen, like
This shit just too enticing right now, you know?
Look
Diamonds do the silly dance, I raise up the wine glass
Metal detectors beepin', and security bypass
The numbers goin' up, someone pull up the line graph
The days are goin' by, it's like I'm livin' in time lapse
Been talkin' to Adel like he majored in finance
Shania Twain, notepad, I'm makin' it line-dance
You tryna rob me and it's gon' feel like you sittin' at your favorite restaurant
'Cause, nigga, that's where you dyin' at
Mob ties, I swear we like a bitch with fine sisters and fine cousins, the family all bad
I'm preachin' to the dawgs about cleanin' they images
I swear I'm like a young T.D. Jakes to my menaces
Long-kiss goodnight, PDA for my nemesis
Three hunnid acres, PGA on the premises
That's what's really brackin' like this verse in parenthesis
I'm givin' hits to niggas on some, don't even mention it
Like, don't even worry about it, like
Just get me back whenever, or
Or don't, you know?
It is what it is, I guess
Yeah, hm
Look
You young boys take some of that money and set it aside
Not having enough to pay your tax is a federal crime
You niggas obsessed with me and it's not on no hetero vibe
Handle beef so quiet, you think that I'm lettin' it slide
Next thing you know, we tip-toeing past enemy lines
Diss me so long ago, we makin' your memories fly
Conspiracy theories start floatin' around like the Kennedy guy
I'll prolly hold a grudge against you guys 'til I'm seventy-five
Ayy, niggas lyin' for a living, I couldn't relate
We all gotta lay in the bed we make, but that couldn't be Drake
You forced a lot of fake love when real ones stood in your face
That's why you got deserted by your niggas, like pudding and cake
I got you on camera bowing down, but the footage is safe
Thank God, another USB to put in the safe
Thank God, at the crib, dippin' my foot in the lake
I swear that y'all turned me into the villain, I couldn't escape
Not sayin' that I'm the best at what I do
I'm just sayin' that it's me versus whoever wanna lose
Pick anyone of the "who's who's", I got .22s for new crews
R.I.P. to the DJ from Houston, we loose screws
Helicopters, cop lights, and news crews
Niggas steady cryin' to my daddy, well, boo-hoo
You probably heard a lot about the boy, well, true, true, haha
(In God's Hands) Yeah
(Be grateful)
(That He was there)
The lyrics of Drake's song "8AM in Charlotte" contain a conversation between Drake and his son Adonis about a piece of artwork that Adonis created. In this conversation, Adonis describes the artwork as a story involving a goat, monsters, animals, a flower on fire, a racing car, and stairs that function like a jail. Adonis also mentions "SBW" as a word he created, and Daddy Goat as a representation of his father Drake. They discuss the value of the artwork and the money Drake got for it.
In the song's main verses, Drake reflects on his success and the money he has earned speaking for itself. He mentions his expensive fashion choices and luxurious lifestyle, as well as his ability to overcome challenges and remain successful. Drake also addresses his moral conscience and the weight of his actions. He comments on the disparity between people's words and actions, comparing it to a foreign film where the dialogue doesn't match the storyline. He touches on themes of dominance, stardom, and the effects of his long-standing success.
Drake also celebrates the accomplishments of his team and associates, giving shout-outs to Oliver North and Jeremiah. He mentions his frequent travels and connections, describing himself as a hobbyist in Houston and highlighting the presence of women waiting for him. He references his Yugoslavian heritage and boasts about his success and wealth. He acknowledges how his life has changed and hints at his ability to control his circumstances.
The song concludes with Drake addressing his critics and rivals. He warns younger rappers to set aside money for taxes and criticizes those obsessed with him. He claims to handle beef quietly and hints at past conflicts and betrayals by his former allies. He implies that he holds grudges and will remember past betrayals. He asserts his authenticity and discredits those who showed fake support. Drake also references a USB drive that contains evidence against his enemies. He concludes with a playful line about his talent and competition, suggesting that he's ready to face anyone who wants to challenge him.
Overall, "8AM in Charlotte" showcases Drake's self-assuredness, reflections on success, and his ability to navigate industry dynamics and personal relationships.
Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Written by: Aubrey Drake Graham, Denzel Dewayne Williams, Jason Howard Wool, Mario Luciano
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@Vibez959
8AM in Charlotte
Drake
Alright, Adonis, tell me about your beautiful piece of artwork that you sold me
So, it's the same story
So, the goat was running away from the other mon- from the other monsters, and, and the other animals
And, um, a flower blocking the way
Um, so, the flower's on fire
The racing car was maybe helping the goat
And there was this, some stairs, who's like a jail stairs
And there was, and there was, um, one person who was like, on top and he got killed by the stai-by the trap
Okay, so it's almost like a little story?
Yes
And what is SBW?
So, i-it's not a word, but I just wanted to write SBW
Okay, you like those letters?
Si
And what, and-and Daddy's name is next to the goat, does that mean that he's the G.O.A.T.?
Yes, so it's Daddy Goat
Daddy Goat? Yeah
That makes perfect sense to me
And you wanna, you wanna talk about how much, how much money you got for your beautiful drawing?
Oh, please
(Conductor, we)
Yeah
I'm out here on the road
You can hear it in the voice
Ah-em, still get this shit off, though
Look
The money speakin' for itself, I call it fortune tell
Fire top from a bitch that work in corporate sales
Chinchilla ushanka, we skiin' out in Courchevel
Breaking news, they tried to kill 'em, but the boy prevails
I leave for tour and my niggas fuckin' go to jail
Preachin' to the dogs 'bout wantin' more for themselves
It's weighin' heavy on my moral scale
Knowin' they gon' sell another citizen 'cane, they think they Orson Welles
Walk in Chanel, they like: How the fuck you need more Chanel?
I got these cats tuckin' tails on fourth quarter sales
I'm used to seein' tears drop over enormous meals
The restaurant clears out faint echoes of Lauryn Hill
I say we gotta talk about us, I feel like Jordan Peele
Could tell I'm gettin' under your skin like an orange peel
'Cause your words don't match your actions like a foreign film
And now it's silence in the Lamb' like the horror film
Things get quiet after me statin' the obvious
Things get kinky after fifteen years of dominance
That October sky is lookin' ominous, the money is autonomous
Shoutout to Oliver North, he out in Rome doin' Toronto shit
And Jeremiah the watchdog, you niggas know what time it is
I'm in and out of Houston Hobby so much, I'm a hobbyist
Hoes waiting on Cench in the lobby, that boy a lobbyist
Savage got a green card straight out of the consulate
Where I go, you go, brother, we're Yugoslavian
Formal is a dress code, dawg, so many checks owed, I feel Czechoslovakian
Nigga, what the fuck?
Nah, I'm movin' different right now, for real, like
I feel like if Mike switched out the glove for the pen, like
This shit just too enticing right now, you know?
Look
Diamonds do the silly dance, I raise up the wine glass
Metal detectors beepin' and security bypass
The numbers goin' up, someone pull up the line graph
The days are goin' by, it's like I'm living in time lapse
They talkin' to Adel like he majored in finance
Shania Twain, note pad, I'm making it line dance
You tryna rob me and it's gon' feel like you sittin' at your favorite restaurant, 'cause nigga, that's where you dyin' at
Mob ties, I swear we like a bitch with fine sisters and fine cousins, the family all bad
I'm preachin' to the dawgs about cleanin' they images
I swear I'm like a young TD Jakes to my menaces
Long kiss goodnight, PDA for my nemesis
Three hunnid acres, PGA on the premises
That's what's really brackin' like this verse in parenthesis
I'm givin' hits to niggas on some, don't even mention it
Like, don't even worry about it, like
You can hit me back whenever, or-
Or don't, you know?
It is what it is I guess
Yeah, hm
Look
You young boys take some of that money and set it aside
Not having enough to pay your tax is a federal crime
You niggas obsessed with me and it's not on no hetero vibe
Handle beef so quiet, you think that I'm lettin' it slide
Next thing you know, we tip-toeing past enemy lines
Diss me so long ago, we makin' your memories fly
Conspiracy theories start floatin' around like the Kennedy guy
I'll prolly hold a grudge against you guys 'til I'm seventy-five
Ayy, niggas lyin' for a living, I couldn't relate
We all gotta lay in the bed we make, but that couldn't be Drake
You forced a lot of fake love when real ones stood in your face
That's why you got deserted by your niggas, like pudding and cake
I got you on camera bowing down, but the footage is safe
Thank God, another USB to put in the safe
Thank God, at the crib, dippin' my foot in the lake
I swear that y'all turning me into the villain, I couldn't escape
Not sayin that I'm the best at what I do
I'm just saying it's me versus whoever wanna lose
Pick anyone of the who's who's, I got two 2's for new crews
RIP to the DJ from Houston, we loose screws
Helicopters, cop lights, and news crews
Niggas steady cryin' to my daddy, well, boo-hoo
You probably heard a lot about the Boy, well, true-true, haha
Yeah
Be grateful, that he was there
@kuushix
Ngl my heart resonates woah be free
Abundance
This song is a messege to the world
Love you
This defo should be no 1 for the rest of this year and next year mantra
Welcome Chanel how you need more Chanel
Bro the creativity of really understanding this you have to listen a fair few times beat got punched up
Lightning and thunder
Let the peasants be peasants leave the clowns alone lol we stay prayin for yall
What a peaceful storm
@OfentseMwaseFilms
This is Drakes Best Rap in a loooong time!
@gupa-music
My mom said that if I got 100 LIKES on my new song!! She’ll definitely buy me a professional mic!
@Zeroantagonist88
Yeah, he should've stuck to singing cuz his rapping ain't it 💀
@horizon2288
@@Zeroantagonist88You must have not heard him back in the day. He ran the rap game for quite some time before he switched to a more R&B feel with Take Care. Everyone wanted a feature with rap Drake🤷
@cedrickcarson
@@horizon2288hell R&B Drake too 😂😂
@gmbrocco6323
Middle of the ocean top tier 🤞🏿
@itachisensei999
a whole album of music like this is what we need from you drake. maturity
@FOODFORMIND-ls6ez
Go listen to Crimeapple and you will have a full album like this, drake/clown just bite the man flow…
@marcferretti
@@FOODFORMIND-ls6ezlmao. You can’t be serious. Drake been dropping number one hits for well over 10 years and still is
@lmanifest
Nah man every now n then he drop some real hip hop to remind ppl he can really rap n not jus do pop mass appeal joints cuz catchy songs is his bread n butter