Wick Man
Drake Lyrics


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Yeah, grrat
Yeah, damn
I feel like John Wick, empty clips
Yeah, empty clips
Yeah, empty clips

Shell casings scatter the floor, bullets, they shatter the glass
I could feel the tension in this room like a chatter in class
Everyday breakin' records, shit is just happening fast
That shit was a quick switch, yeah
I feel like I'm always on thin ice with a thick bitch
So many shots fired, I need me a clip switch
I'm in that fuckin' bag right now I'm a lipstick
Sabbatical in Miami, this shit was holistic
Man, I remember niggas was jokin' 'bout some tick, tick
And now that rapper broke as fuck, that boy statistic
Empty clips, yeah
Empty clips

I'm almost expressionless
John Cena wouldn't know emotions I wrestle with
Play 'bout the fact I was born a perfectionist
Still can't even wrap my mind around the success of this
Point me to your boss, nigga, you a receptionist
I really hate the fact I make this shit sound effortless
I put so much thought into the messages
It's borderline obsessiveness, remember who you messin' with
White America say I'm becoming a threat
Black America love to remind me what my mama look like
As if I'd ever fuckin' forget
I'm never enough
Much to their dismay, I'm levelin' up, yeah
There's too much treasure to hunt, there's too many hoes in the spot
The ratio seven to one
Livin' for right now 'cause I really think heaven's a front
Nadia died in Dubai
I waited on a spirit to come by for like seventeen months
That shit didn't visit me once, damn
She wanted to better her life
She wanted some opportunity, we wasn't given a bunch
Her ex would eat away at her soul, that nigga a munch
The last message she sent to my phone's about keeping in touch
So pardon me questioning God and not believing in much
It's Wick, man, don't listen to Wikipedia
Capo a wicked nigga, I pray it don't hit the media
They say, "Drake, you gettin' harder, funny is getting easier"
Rappers are slick comedians, and they get disobedient
And they don't stay in they lane, it's like niggas hit the median
Boat say he the recipe, I must be the key ingredient
Capo might wick a man down with evil deviance
They gon' have to talk to Ouija boards like heebie jeebie-in'
Like the large was too big for you, you'll need a medium




Just to send a message to somebody you loved previous
Empty clips, yeah

Overall Meaning

In the song "Wick Man" by Drake, the lyrics convey a sense of resilience and confidence, drawing parallels to the fictional character John Wick. The repeated mention of "empty clips" signifies a willingness to go all out and leave nothing behind, much like Wick in the movies who uses up all his ammunition to accomplish his goals.


The opening lines describe a scene where shell casings scatter the floor and bullets shatter glass, creating a tense atmosphere. Drake compares this tension to the chatter in a classroom, emphasizing the pressure and intensity he feels in his own life. He acknowledges the rapid pace at which he is achieving success, breaking records and experiencing quick switches in his circumstances.


Drake reflects on his complicated relationships, referring to himself being on thin ice with a demanding partner. He craves a change, symbolized by needing a switch in his clips, suggesting a desire to leave behind negative relationships or situations. The mention of being in a "fuckin' bag" and a "lipstick" refers to being focused and in control, possibly in a creative zone or at the top of his game.


The following verse delves deeper into Drake's emotions and musings on his fame and success. He mentions John Cena, known for an expressionless persona in professional wrestling, to highlight his own struggles with displaying emotions. Despite being born a perfectionist, Drake finds it difficult to comprehend his own success and be truly satisfied with it. He acknowledges that his fame comes with high expectations and pressures, as expressed through the line "Point me to your boss, nigga, you a receptionist." Drake expresses his frustration with people underestimating his efforts and making his success seem effortless.


Drake reflects on societal expectations and the racial dynamics he faces. He addresses the scrutiny he faces from both white and black communities, feeling judged and reminded of his mixed identity. He touches on the tragic death of Nadia, who desired a better life but was not given the opportunities she sought. This experience leaves him questioning spirituality and expressing his doubts about God and faith.


The last section of the song reflects on Drake's reputation and the perspectives of others in the industry. He dismisses the information one might find on Wikipedia, highlighting that he cannot be understood solely through public knowledge. He embraces his role as a dominant figure in the rap game, calling himself "Capo a wicked nigga." Drake sees himself as a key ingredient in the recipe of success, contrasting himself with rappers who he sees as comedic and disobedient. He mentions the need for a Ouija board to communicate with someone he loved before, emphasizing the distance and non-responsiveness between them.


Overall, "Wick Man" showcases Drake's resilience in the face of challenges and the complexity of his emotions, with references to fame, relationships, and the societal pressures he navigates. The lyrics reveal his introspective nature and his desire for personal growth while acknowledging the difficulties that come with success.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah, grrat
Expressing excitement or satisfaction


Yeah, damn
Expressing surprise or astonishment


I feel like John Wick, empty clips
I feel like a skilled and relentless individual, ready to take on any challenge


Shell casings scatter the floor, bullets, they shatter the glass
Evidence of intense gunfire, causing destruction and chaos


I could feel the tension in this room like a chatter in class
The atmosphere is filled with uneasiness and anxiety, similar to the noise of students talking in a classroom


Everyday breakin' records, shit is just happening fast
Achieving remarkable success and milestones on a daily basis, things are moving rapidly


That shit was a quick switch, yeah
The situation changed abruptly, catching me off guard


I feel like I'm always on thin ice with a thick bitch
I constantly find myself in precarious situations with an influential and demanding woman


So many shots fired, I need me a clip switch
I have been involved in numerous conflicts, and now I need to reload my ammunition


I'm in that fuckin' bag right now I'm a lipstick
I am fully immersed in my creative process, currently at the top of my game


Sabbatical in Miami, this shit was holistic
I took a break from my hectic lifestyle and spent time in Miami for overall well-being and harmony


Man, I remember niggas was jokin' 'bout some tick, tick
I recall that people used to mock or underestimate me, but now the situation has changed


And now that rapper broke as fuck, that boy statistic
The same rapper who used to mock me is now financially struggling, illustrating the unpredictable nature of success


I'm almost expressionless
I am nearly emotionless or detached


John Cena wouldn't know emotions I wrestle with
Even someone like John Cena, who is known for his emotional strength, couldn't understand the inner turmoil I face


Play 'bout the fact I was born a perfectionist
People often make fun of the fact that I have a natural inclination for perfectionism


Still can't even wrap my mind around the success of this
I am still struggling to fully comprehend the extent of my own success


Point me to your boss, nigga, you a receptionist
Direct me to someone of higher authority, as you are just a subordinate or low-level employee


I really hate the fact I make this shit sound effortless
I strongly dislike the fact that I make my artistic endeavors seem easy or uncomplicated


I put so much thought into the messages
I invest a significant amount of time and consideration into the meaning behind my lyrics


It's borderline obsessiveness, remember who you messin' with
My dedication and attention to detail border on obsession, so be aware of the caliber of artist you are dealing with


White America say I'm becoming a threat
The predominantly white American society perceives me as a potential danger or challenge to their norms


Black America love to remind me what my mama look like
The black community takes pleasure in reminding me of my heritage and resemblance to my mother


As if I'd ever fuckin' forget
As if I could ever possibly forget or deny my own roots


I'm never enough
I constantly feel inadequate or insufficient


Much to their dismay, I'm levelin' up, yeah
Despite their disappointment, I am continuously improving and reaching higher levels of success


There's too much treasure to hunt, there's too many hoes in the spot
There are too many opportunities and attractive individuals to pursue


The ratio seven to one
The proportion or number of available options is significantly imbalanced, favoring an abundance of potential partners


Livin' for right now 'cause I really think heaven's a front
I am embracing the present moment because I have doubts about the existence or authenticity of heaven


Nadia died in Dubai
Someone named Nadia passed away in Dubai


I waited on a spirit to come by for like seventeen months
I anticipated the presence or communication of a departed soul for a prolonged period of approximately seventeen months


That shit didn't visit me once, damn
Unfortunately, I did not receive any spiritual visitation or connection as I had hoped


She wanted to better her life
Nadia had aspirations to improve or enhance her own circumstances


She wanted some opportunity, we wasn't given a bunch
She desired access to more opportunities, but we didn't have a plethora of them available


Her ex would eat away at her soul, that nigga a munch
Her previous partner would psychologically and emotionally torment her, consuming her inner being


The last message she sent to my phone's about keeping in touch
The final communication she sent to me emphasized the importance of maintaining contact and staying connected


So pardon me questioning God and not believing in much
Please excuse me for doubting or questioning the existence of God and lacking strong beliefs


It's Wick, man, don't listen to Wikipedia
This is about me, Drake, so disregard any unreliable or inaccurate information from online sources like Wikipedia


Capo a wicked nigga, I pray it don't hit the media
I am a powerful and influential figure like a mafia boss, and I hope that my questionable actions don't become public knowledge


They say, 'Drake, you gettin' harder, funny is getting easier'
They claim that I am becoming more tough or intimidating, while my ability to be humorous and entertaining comes naturally


Rappers are slick comedians, and they get disobedient
Other rappers are skilled at using humor, but they often become unruly or defy expectations


And they don't stay in they lane, it's like niggas hit the median
They don't stick to their designated roles or paths, as if they suddenly veer off course and collide with the middle ground


Boat say he the recipe, I must be the key ingredient
Lil Yachty claims to be the secret to success, but I must be the essential component that truly makes things work


Capo might wick a man down with evil deviance
I possess the potential to eliminate or harm someone using wicked and malevolent tactics


They gon' have to talk to Ouija boards like heebie jeebie-in'
They will be so bewildered or frightened that they will resort to seeking guidance or answers from supernatural methods like Ouija boards


Like the large was too big for you, you'll need a medium
If the larger size is too large for you, then you should opt for a medium-sized one instead


Just to send a message to somebody you loved previous
You would go to great lengths, even changing your clothing size, just to communicate with someone you used to love


Empty clips, yeah
Running out of ammunition, having nothing left to use


Empty clips
Running out of ammunition, having nothing left to use




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Aubrey Drake Graham, A. Mamam, K. De Bruyne

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@slattisreal

PS2 sample go crazy 🔥

@whycyril

ps2 ?

@danielleon5074

That’s what came to mind when I heard it but I don’t think it’s a direct sample, it just sounds very similar.

@blizzred2143

@@whycyril The playstation 2 opening screen and when you have it on the menu screen has similar sounds to the beat on this track, not sure if its sampling it though

@ERICCARRILLO.

Alchemist ❤

@mosako2457

I just realized after reading this

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@semajyo9628

That would be Wayne, who put this man on lol.

@calmsoulentertainment551

Instrumental right here below

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