Recover
Drake Lyrics


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(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Ayy, yeah
Tay Keith, this too hard
Ring, ring, ring, we drip too hard, ayy
(Run that back, Turbo)
Yeah, ayy, look

I bring up money, they change up the topic
I got a 19 and it fold in my pocket
She gave me her number, now I gotta block it
I'm mixin' the dirty bills in with the profit
Clean that shit up and I give it right back to him
If I don't fuck with him, then I can't rap with him
I wanna be there when somebody catches him
I want a witness to see that shit
(Man, these folks, these folks gotta goddamn hear this shit, no cap)
I bring up hits and they change up the topic
I got a 19 and it fold in my pocket
One hell of a year and a nigga still droppin'
They wanted to stop it, but they couldn't stop it
You told a story like shorty was feelin' you
She told a story like she split the bill with you
Look at my story, man, no one could write it
Now I see a million, I don't get excited
I might just YSL my shit, the Thugger way
Ain't no real sense in me goin' the other way
Cannot be seen in that shit from the other day
Virgil just chef'd me a whole different colorway
Please don't be stupid, it's Baby and Gunna
And Baby, he wanted her, so I just swung her
Next time I'm in Dallas, I'll look for another
You niggas fell off and you never recovered

Poured up some Hi-Tech and wait 'til it bubble
Young Gunna Gunna, I make this shit double
Hit Elliante and left with a puddle
It's me, Drake, and Baby, you know you in trouble
Run up my check, my bitch sprinted the shuttle
Sign plus an M, bought a Benz for my brother
Painted all black, the interior butter
I drip like a leak and that's word to my mother
Yeah, came out the street, gotta sleep with a cutter
Family a beast, we gon' eat, it's a supper
My dick in her mouth like she teethin' or somethin'
Sound like it could be Drip Season or somethin'
Ain't no comparin' 'cause we number one
In black and white Chanel, I look like a nun
The police in shock, don't know who got a gun
Don't got what I got 'cause I shop in Milan
It's winter, I still took the top off the Dawn
The kid was surprised that my trunk in the front
I know you a upset they don't shine in the sun
Cuban link look like a box of crayons
I'm still at the lot, tryna cop the Cayenne
I told the judge, "Fuck it", I'm goin' on the run
You want it, my dawgs'll look out for the bond

And I'm gettin' by, let 'em choose sides
We get M's in by the shoe size
I don't fuck with y'all type of kind
I done seen all y'all dick ride
Bread winner like I'm Kevin Gates
And I swear to God, I don't get tired
From the trenches, now I'm goin'
Spend a whole hundred on a new wristwatch

Don't gotta drip, I can leave it to Gunna
Runnin' this shit, only been out two summers
That 4x4 truck, I post 300
Boy, whoever, they know how I'm comin'
Ain't got no feelings, I'm here for the money
Treat every club like it's Magic on Monday
Niggas ain't rich for real, they gettin' fronted
Gave her a dime, told her fix up her stomach
By the time she get back, I'ma switch up my number
Cap to her friend like I been on her bumper
Lately, I been the topic of discussion
Draco was foreign, they shoot it from Russia
Bad vibes at my show like I'm Usher
If she tell me "No" once, I won't even touch it
All I do is get her out here, abortion
Act like I've been rich, I used to have nothin'
Drizzy hit me up like he got another one
Money ain't even came in from the other one
Fuck it, I'm hot, so I might as well double up
Seem like everything I get on a number one
They tryna team up to beat me, they huddlin' up
Ever catch me out in traffic, I'm cuttin' up
Every city we go to, it be lit as fuck
Tryna put the police on us, get rid of us

And I'm gettin' by, let 'em choose sides
We get M's in by the shoe size
I don't fuck with y'all type of kind
I done seen all y'all dick ride
Bread winner like I'm Kevin Gates
And I swear to God, I don't get tired
From the trenches, now I'm goin'
Spend a whole hundred on a new wristwatch

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Tay Keith, this too hard
Ring, ring, ring, we drip too hard, ayy




(Run that back, Turbo)
You seen this overseas drip?

Overall Meaning

The song Never Recover by Drake featuring Gunna and Lil Baby has a very catchy chorus and hook with great flow and diction by all the artists. Going into the verses, Drake starts off by talking about how he changes people's topic when he brings up money in a conversation. He also mentions having a 19 in his pocket and wants to be present when someone catches the person he has beef with. Both Gunna and Lil Baby talk about their rise to fame, business achievements, fashion sense, and their attraction to women. Lil Baby talks about spending money on expensive watches while Gunna mentions his love for diamonds, cars and flaunting his wealth with his team.


The chorus and verse together form a braggadocious and self-gratifying tone where the rappers talk about their achievements, changes in life, money, and their place in the rap industry. The song features great production from Tay Keith and Turbo and is known for its memorable chorus and strong verses. Never Recover is inspired by Gunna and Lil Baby's similar styles and previous collaborations, and the song is a standout track on Drake's Scorpion album.


Line by Line Meaning

Ring, ring, ring, we drip too hard, ayy
Our drip is too hard, we're unmatchable.


I bring up money, they change up the topic
When I talk about money, people get uncomfortable and change the subject.


If I don't fuck with him, then I can't rap with him
I won't collaborate with someone if I don't trust them.


You niggas fell off and you never recovered
You were once successful, but now you can't regain that status.


It's winter, I still took the top off the Dawn
Even though it's cold, I'm still flexing my topless Rolls-Royce Dawn.


From the trenches, now I'm goin'
I came from nothing, but now I'm successful.


Seem like everything I get on a number one
All of my work hits the top of the charts.


Every city we go to, it be lit as fuck
Our shows are always incredibly hyped up and exciting.


Tryna put the police on us, get rid of us
The authorities are targeting us and trying to push us out.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Aubrey Drake Graham, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Chandler Durham, Dominique Jones, Sergio Kitchens

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@issacsanchez2819

Drake murdered tf out of that beat🤫

@swagboy_kari960

@@isaiahcash7764 That shit was trash asf.🤣🤣

@coreyhandley5096

Well said issac

@whatthehell5242

@@swagboy_kari960 Bruh I was about to get on your ass. I thought you was talking about never recover lmfao

@swagboy_kari960

@@whatthehell5242 Nah, Y'all niggas can't get on my ass even if you wanted to.🤷🏻‍♂️

@yeaight22

YOBOI_ UCHIHA Lmk if you think I’m trash https://soundcloud.com/devieilsound6k/no-fucks-ft-jay-swerve

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@kaneladell4535

Drake raps like it's a normal conversation for him

@Mylife3655

Facts

@josiahlee6042

On goddddddd

@glennphil1942

It is when it's a script ;)

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