Following Drake‘s Duppy Freestyle diss track, a response to American rapper, Pusha T‘s Infrared. Now he has responded with a new track, The Story of Adidon.
Pusha T The Story of Adidon Lyrics
It’s about to be a surgical summer
Chop the tops off the coupes
The cuatrocientos ochenta y ocho
The Spider joint
And you know we gotta cut the heads off these snakes, right?
Watch the body drop
Drug dealin’ aside, ghostwritin’ aside
Let’s have a heart-to-heart about your pride
Even though you’re multi, I see that your soul don’t look alive
The Ms count different when Baby divides the pie, wait—
Let’s examine why
Your music for the past few years been angry and full of lies
I’ll start it at the home front—”I’m on One”
Dennis Graham stay off the ‘Gram, bitch, I’m on one
You mention wedding ring like it’s a bad thing
Your father walked away at five—hell of a dad thing
Marriage is somethin’ that Sandi never had, Drake
How you a winner, but she keep comin’ in last place?
Monkey-suit Dennis, you parade him
A Steve Harvey-suit nigga made him
Confused, always felt you weren’t Black enough
Afraid to grow it ’cause your ‘fro wouldn’t nap enough
Since you name-dropped my fiancée
Let ’em know who you chose as your Beyoncé
Sophie knows better as your baby mother
Cleaned her up for IG, but the stench is on her
A baby’s involved, it’s deeper than rap
We talkin’ character, let me keep with the facts
You are hiding a child, let that boy come home
Deadbeat mothafucka playin’ border patrol, ooh
Adonis is your son
And he deserves more than an Adidas press run, that’s real
Love that baby, respect that girl
Forget she’s a pornstar, let her be your world, yuugh!
How dare you put Ye in my verses?
I’m selfish, I want all of the curses
I’m pre-bookin’ the churches
Me versus three hearses
If we all go to Hell it’ll be worth it
Already aligned with the greats, and on that same note
The only ones I chase are two ghosts
Still givin’ you classics, that’s the only thing that dates me
OVO 40, hunched over like he 80, tick, tick, tick
How much time he got? That man is sick, sick, sick
I got the devil flow, nigga, six, six, six
Surgical summer with it, snip, snip, snip
And you don’t really want it with him
Surgical Summer, Volume 1
We gon’ take this slow
We just gon’ peel it back layer-by-layer
Album of the motherfuckin’ year
And you talkin’ ’bout you upset
Well, I wanna see what it’s like when you get angry, okay?
You show me that
Written by Terrence Thornton.
Produced by No I.D..