Drake – No Face Lyrics

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No Face Lyrics

[Intro: Drake]
Ayy, what? What? What?

[Verse 1: Drake]
This is the shit that my daddy had raised me on
Niggas got lit off the features I skated on
I gotta know, I gotta know
How you get lit off the nigga you hatin’ on?
Numbers untouchable, they got the data wrong
This is the moment I know they been prayin’ on
What? Ayy, what? Ayy
Try knock The Boy off, but fuck it, I’m stayin’ on
O’ keep on sendin’ me slaps to go crazy on
40 keep sayin’ it’s time to be patient
It’s so many people we turnin’ the tables on
Capo got plans, but we’ll save that for later on
Hush’ll keep sayin’ they know that they played it wrong
KD just texted, “What the fuck are we waitin’ on?” (Damn)
Me, I’m expressionless
Niggas be talkin’ ’bout, “Don’t shoot the messenger”
Fah-fah-fah, you get shot for way less in here
None of you pussies is blockin’ my blessin’s here, what?

[Pre-Chorus: Drake]
All these years throwin’ success in your face
All of these baddies obsessed with my face
All the shit they don’t address in my face
I can’t be showin’ no stress in my face, what? Yeah
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[Chorus: Drake & Playboi Carti]
No face, no face, no face
No face, no face, no face, no face, no face
No face, no face, no face
No face, no face, no face
No face, no face, no face
What? (Phew), yuh
No face, no face, no face, no face (Yeah)
No face, no face, no face, no face, no face, no-

[Verse 2: Drake]
I don’t get sleepy off no melatonin
My therapist put in a thirty day notice
‘Cause I keep on talkin’ ’bout beefin’ and business and money and women
It’s no diagnosis, they emptied the clip (Pff)
Quick, swap that shit out, and I came back reloaded
I’m just so happy that niggas who envied and held
that shit in got to finally show it
I’m over the Moon, yeah, we’ll see you boys soon
I’m spreadin’ my wings, I hop out cocoon
I’m studio trappin’, I’m locked in the room, what?

[Pre-Chorus: Drake]
All these years throwin’ success in your face
All of these baddies obsessed with my face
All the shit they don’t address in my face
I can’t be showin’ no stress in my face, what? Yeah

[Chorus: Drake & Playboi Carti]
No face, no face, no face
No face, no face, no face, no face, no face
No face, no face, no face
No face, no face, no face
No face, no face, no face
What? (Phew), yuh
No face, no face, no face, no face (Yeah)