Drake – 8am In Charlotte

Grammy Award winning American rapper and songwriter, Drake drops another earth shattering song titled “8am In Charlotte”.

This intriguing record which appeared on his top charting album project called “For All The Dogs” was officially released on 6 October 2023.

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

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LYRICS

In God’s hands (Conductor)

Be grateful

That He was there

Glory (Yeah)

I’m out here on the road

You can hear it in the voice (Glory)

Ah-em, still get this shit off, though

Look

The money speakin’ for itself, I call it fortune-tell

Fire top from a bitch that work at corporate sales

Chinchilla ushanka, we skiin’ out in Courchevel

Breakin’ news, they tried to kill him, but the boy prevails

I leave for tour and my niggas fuckin’ go to jail

Preachin’ to the dogs ’bout wantin’ more for themselves

It’s weighin’ heavy on my moral scale

Knowin’ they gon’ sell another citizen ‘cane, they think they Orson Welles

Walk in Chanel, they like, “How the fuck you need more Chanel?”

I got these cats tuckin’ tails on fourth-quarter sales

I’m used to seein’ tears drop over enormous meals

The restaurant clears out, faint echoes of Lauryn Hill

I say, “We gotta talk about us,” I feel like Jordan Peele

Could tell I’m gettin’ under your skin like a orange peel

‘Cause your words don’t match your actions like a foreign film

And now it’s silence in the Lamb’ like the horror film

Things get quiet after me statin’ the obvious

Things get kinky after fifteen years of dominance

That October sky is lookin’ ominous

The money is autonomous

Shout’ to Oliver North, he out in Rome doin’ Toronto shit

And Jeremiah the watchdog, you niggas know what time it is

I’m in and out of Houston Hobby so much, I’m a hobbyist

Hoes waitin’ on Cench in the lobby, that boy a lobbyist

Savage got a green card straight out of the consulate

Where I go, you go, brother, we Yugoslavian

Formal is the dress code, dawg, so many checks owed

I feel Czechoslovakian, nigga, what the fuck?

Nah, I’m movin’ different right now, for real, like

I feel like if Mike switched out the glove for the pen, like

This shit just too enticing right now, you know?

Look

Diamonds do the silly dance, I raise up the wine glass

Metal detectors beepin’ and security bypass

The numbers goin’ up, someone pull up the line graph

The days are goin’ by, it’s like I’m livin’ in time-lapse

Been talkin’ to Adel like he majored in finance

Shania Twain, notepad, I’m makin’ it line-dance

You tryna rob me, and it’s gon’ feel like you sittin’ at your favorite restaurant ’cause, nigga, that’s where you dyin’ at

Mob ties, I swear we like a bitch with fine sisters and fine cousins, the family all bad

I’m preachin’ to the dawgs about cleanin’ they images

I swear I’m like a young T.D. Jakes to my menaces

Long-kiss goodnight, PDA for my nemesis

Three hunnid acres, PGA on the premises

That’s what’s really brackin’ like this verse in parentheses

I’m givin’ hits to niggas on some, don’t even mention it

Like, don’t even worry about it, like

You can hit me back whenever, or

Or don’t, you know?

It is what it is, I guess

Yeah, hm

Look

You young boys take some of that money and set it aside

Not havin’ enough to pay your tax is a federal crime

You niggas obsessed with me, and it’s not on no-hetero vibe

Handle beef so quiet, you think that I’m lettin’ it slide

Next thing you know, we tip-toein’ past enemy lines

Diss me so long ago, we making your memories fly

Conspiracy theories start floatin’ ’round like the Kennedy guy

I’ll prolly hold a grudge against you guys ’til I’m seventy-five

Ayy, niggas lyin’ for a livin’, I couldn’t relate

We all gotta lay in the bed we make, but that couldn’t be Drake

You forced a lot of fake love when real ones stood in your face

That’s why you got deserted by your niggas like puddin’ and cake

I got you on camera bowin’ down, but the footage is safe

Thank God, another USB to put in the safe

Thank God, at the crib, dippin’ my foot in the lake

I swear that y’all turned me into the villain, I couldn’t escape

Not sayin’ I’m the best at what I do

I’m just sayin’ that it’s me versus whoever wanna lose

Pick any one of the Who’s Whos, I got .22s for new crews

R.I.P. to the DJ from Houston, we loose screws

Helicopters, cop lights, and news crews

Niggas steady cryin’ to my daddy, well, boo-hoo

You prolly heard a lot about the boy, well, true, true, haha

(In God’s hands) Yeah

(Be grateful)

(That He was there)