IDK – “Champagne Poetry” [Audio, Lyrics]

IDK covers Drake’s “Champagne Poetry” in a new song produced by Shlohmo, J.L.L., Masego, Maneesh & 40.

Idk Champagne Poetry

Anytime Drake drops an album, or even a song, it’s bound to pick up steam one way or another. The rapper’s ear for beats, specifically, has spurred plenty of freestyles, whether it’s a song like “0 to 100” or “Started From The Bottom.” Certified Lover Boy presented plenty of opportunities for MCs to show-and-prove over Drake’s choice of production. So far, it seems as if the intro track “Champagne Poetry” is earning quite some attraction from elite MCs who are putting their own spin on the record.

This week, IDK slid through with his own rendition of “Champagne Poetry.” Before getting into the bars, he does flex his vocal chops over the smooth Masego sample. The impressive display of lyrical exercise was apparently entirely off the top of the dome as IDK stated in the comment section of the song’s YouTube page.

IDK – Champagne Poetry (prod. Shlohmo, J.L.L., Masego, Maneesh & 40)

Lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro: IDK & Paul McCartney]
I love you, I love you, I love you
Until I, until I
I love you, I love you, I love you
Until I find the only words I know that you (Uh-huh)
Until I, until I (Uh-huh, uh)
Find the only words I know that you
Until I, until I

[Chorus]
I know you see it, girl
This ain’t sittin’ real good to my soul
Everywhere this little girl goes
She pick up another obstacle
She was my heart
I don’t know the tribe or the fall
But by default
She don’t think of me

[Verse]
I thought she was an Indian (Navajo)
She be slangin’ thangs like a simian (Now I know)
All my life, wanted an Indian (There she go)
Now she’s far away
Ran my own shit since 2015 no team, just me and the friends
We doing our ting, South by Southwest, thеy swarm to the stage for me
But it wasn’t for mе, like actually
I performed for five people
Including the janitor, including my manager
But I was performing like ninety-nine was my stamina
Eighty-eight was my overall
Held my heart to my chest like my heart was sitting on overalls
Life testing me constantly like it’s filming an overall
Talking to myself like, “When I make it, it’s over for y’all”
Now they can’t wait to put their hands in the air like a know-it-all
Then I put my bad bitch on side-stage to show it off
Ironic, ’cause I ain’t know what I was doing, I’ll be honest
But I knew that I would make it, crazy, I’m just exaggerating
The thoughts of me contemplating was constantly haunting me
Maybe I should be modest
Maybe being top-ten was not it
The thought of even trying make me vomit, mom’s spaghetti
But I was armed and ready, ran out of bullets, machete
I cut the doubt off ’cause that was my downfall
When the beat switch up, it’s going down, y’all
Between an eighth and a pound, that’s where the ounce fall
And I could never fall
Like Balenciaga on the sweats when they tried to attach it to the draws

[Part II]

[Intro]
Real nigga for life (Uh, yah)
Freddie Gibbs brought me on my first tour (Uh, uh, uh)
But I ain’t take that line personally, though (It’s mandatory)
‘Cause, ’cause the Cubans is diamond but the jeans is relaxed-fit (Yeah), Dries
We don’t do skinnies no more (One, two, one, two)
Mmh, time to cut somebody up like a good joke
(Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse]
Now I’m cutting niggas up like a good joke
I’m in some niggas’ mouths that I’m not thinking about
I’m too focused on good throat
And right after I nut, switch it up, switch it up
Now the focus is gettin’ dough
You ain’t got a SWAT team, we kickin’ doors
These pussy niggas watching, we hitting ghost
While you niggas chasing bitches we hit before
You niggas is hypocrites, we grip on the hip to hit
The target we militant, you hiding behind the tint
I bust through the glass, nigga, that’s your ass
Whether you guilty or you innocent, I fuck, I fuck
Santa Monica, I sin again
I might say who gon’ win the Super Bowl again
I’ll say who’s winnin’ the playoffs and tell my friends
To bet all of their money ’cause when I say it and mean it
You seen it, motherfucker, that shit is happenin’
(Visionary)
Bitch, I’m on top like it’s missionary
Got the cruise in control like this whip is Terry
After the dick grab, hit ’em with the Harry or Harvey
(Weinstein, baby) Hahaha
I’ve been tryna write but lately, I’ve been Jay-Z
I’ve been off the top like Kodak, you ain’t get the picture? (Maybe)
I’m almost at the four-minute mark
Opps waiting for a nigga to lose his spark but that’s (Crazy)
Bitch, I could keep going, Lil Wayne on this thing
I could take your advice but you don’t (Pay me)
Matter fact, you kinda did with the stream
But you know what I mean, bitch, nobody could (Tame me)
Number one on Billboard, it ain’t a Hot 100
But it’s still one out of a hundred, that’s (Crazy)
I think I said crazy already but I’m going dumb through my eyes
Dumb through my eyes, dumb through my— (Lazy)
I’m clever with the bars, mixologist with a scholarship
I’m smart as shit (Baby)
I’m shaking up the ground when I move
Ground when I move, ground when I move, pray for (Haiti)
Just bought another house
‘Bout to put a wine cellar in this bitch, word to (Amy)

[Outro]
Uh, what— what else rhymes with Amy?