Red Button Lyrics

Red Button - Drake

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Red Button Lyrics by Drake

Check, yes

One for one, one

Ayy, yeah

Look

The most decorated, competition decimated

My drive is dedicated, your drive is designated

Niggas got you to the spot and then you separated

Reasons for it speculated, we know how it escalated

Rarely celebratin’, grade eleven educated

Radio was king again, Billboard got me regulated

Wanna make it fair for you, numbers that I generated

Do right and kill everything, people knew that death awaited

Taylor Swift, the only nigga that I ever rated

Only one could make me drop the album just a little later

Rest of y’all, I treat y’all like you never made it

Leave your label devastated

Even when you pad the stats, period, I never hated

Even when you stab me in the back, the vest is metal-plated

Tryna see a B inside my circle like I’m gettin’ graded

Man, all this luggage in the lobby like I’m gettin’ traded

Every time you need for a boost, I never hesitated

Every time that Yeezy call the troops, he had my head inflated

Thinkin’ we gon’ finally peace it up and get to levitatin’

Realize that everything premeditated

Every one was good with me, then everybody expression faded

Tickin’ time bomb and they beggin’ me to detonate it

If I press this red button, dawg, everybody Heaven-gated

Press this red button, dawg, and everything forever changes

Word to M-Dolla, she the only one could make me save it

Shoulda hit you first but since you know about the shit, I’ll take it

Niggas think it’s sweet but I am not a diabetic patient

No, I will start blackin’ over here like it’s segregation

I will fuckin’ double-cross you niggas like it’s meditation

I’ll give you a hard pill to swallow, this your medication

I will fuckin’ pop up on your ass like a revelation

I could tell you better than I show you, this a demonstration

I will fuckin’ leave you in the dirt like some vegetation

Chemicals is mixin’ in my brain and killin’ hesitation

I will fuckin’ force a few shots like a vaccination

Niggas fuckin’ call me up to cap, this not a graduation

I will fuckin’ put your ass on pause like I’m Pastor Mason

I will set alarms off and cause a whole evacuation

I’ll fuckin’—, I’ll fuckin’—

I’ll get to you ten years from now like procrastination

I’ll fuckin’ find out wherever y’all are celebratin’

Pull apart my Phantom on the curb like I’m Larry David

And then we’ll see who really crazy