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Drake & Playboi Carti Pain 1993
For months, fans have been begging Playboi Carti to release his “Pain 1993” collaboration with Drake and, finally, it has arrived. Surprisingly enough though, it appears as though Drake got tired of waiting and swiped it from under the Atlanta rapper’s nose.
Announcing late last night that he would be impacting the airwaves with a brand new mixtape called the Dark Lane Demo Tapes, Drake included “Pain 1993” on the body of work, much to the amusement of Playboi Carti fans around the world. Until its official release, fans assumed that it would be part of Carti’s album Whole Lotta Red. The track had been floating around the internet for a minute but everybody wanted to hear the finalized version. Thankfully, the wait is over.
Combining their styles on this one, Drake brings his usual effortless delivery while Playboi Carti introduces his baby-voiced madness to a wider array of hip-hop and pop fans.
This will surely be one of the songs that people gravitate towards when giving the mixtape a first listen this morning.
Drake – Pain 1993 (ft. Playboi Carti) (prod. Pi’erre Bourne)
Lyrics
[Intro: Drake]
(Yo, Pi’erre, yo, Pi’erre)
Ayy
[Chorus: Drake & Playboi Carti]
Ayy
Niggas ain’t gotta respect
Niggas just gotta accept
I put that top left
I love my crodie to death (Codeine)
Hype Williams, Lil’ X
If you don’t say it direct
Could give a fuck, ayy, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Drake & Playboi Carti]
I put some ice on her hand
I let her take an advance
Shit wasn’t goin’ as planned
I put that shit in the van
She gotta move with her friend
Heard she went back to her man
Give a fuck, ayy
I just put a Wagen in the driveway, you know I did
When I shoot my shot it’s the Kawhi way, it’s goin’ in
Me and lil’ Sicko sittin’ sideways, breakin’ tens
Used to be an antisocial nigga, now I’m makin’ friends
I just got a mansion out in Turks and it’s a beachfront (Okay)
If she’s bringin’ four friends, I know I’ll hit at least one (Okay, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
Got ’em all tannin’ by the pool and they greased up
Police in my city, man, I keep they pockets greased up (Okay)
Me and Capo tryna leave our mark and peace the East up
Ain’t nobody makin’ too much money off the beef stuff (Okay)
But I beef a rapper ’cause I’m never with the sweet stuff
Shawty came from Mexico, she know she got the sweet stuff (Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know)
[Chorus: Drake & Playboi Carti]
Ayy
Niggas ain’t gotta respect
Niggas just gotta accept (‘Cept)
I put that top left (Ayy)
I love my crodie to death (Codeine)
Hype Williams, Lil’ X
If you don’t say it direct (Yeah)
Could give a fuck, ayy, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Racks all in my jeans and they Raf Simons (Racks in my jeans, okay)
Diamonds all in my teeth, I called up the dentist, yeah (Okay)
Got a Goyard bag, I threw them racks in it (My racks, yeah)
Every time I’m home, you know I whip the Bentley (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just threw these pills in my cup, yeah, yeah (Just threw these pills, uh)
Shawty just pulled up just to get fucked (Shawty just pulled up)
But I only want top, yeah, for sure (Only want top)
And I know I’m on top, but I want more (Okay)
Remember I used to sleep on the floor (With my, oh yeah)
Now every day I rock Christian Dior (Okay, Dior, yeah)
Now every day I gotta pour me a four (Lean, lean, lean, lean)
Now every day I gotta pour me a four (Lean, lean, lean, lean, okay)
I spent a hundred K last night in New York (Yeah, yeah)
I spent a hundred K the next day, I was bored (Okay, okay, yeah)
That Lam’ truck got numbers on the board (Okay, get it)
Yeah, she keep textin’ my phone, I’ma ignore (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Drake & Playboi Carti]
Ayy (Yeah)
Niggas ain’t gotta respect
Niggas just gotta accept
I put that top left
I love my crodie to death (Codeine)
Hype Williams, Lil’ X
If you don’t say it direct
Could give a fuck (Okay), ayy, yeah, yeah
