[Intro: Drake and Angie Martinez]
Drake: There's a couple other people I thought would've called my name by now that never did but...
Angie: oh is that what you're waiting for the name call?
Drake: I'm waiting for it, I'm ready for it. Not waiting for it, I'm ready for it! I'm not the guy but there's a reason why they don't call my name. I'm not the guy. I'm not the one
Angie: I like when you talk crazy
Drake: I'm not talking crazy, I'm being honest, I'm not the one
Angie: I know I like that, I think people think you're nice, too nice
Drake: Oh yea, I'm very nice guy that's how I was raised. I'm a cordial, very nice guy. I don't like confrontation but I'm also not the guy especially when it comes to rap
[Verse 1: RA$HAD]
Aww this n***a really pressed a bu*ton
On the rise, now they wanna hate all of a sudden
Talkin down all on twitter, he the new meek
I got a grill out in the back if truly want beef
Who told your a** that it was smart to speak
I'm tryna figure out why your panties up in a bunch
I'm on a wave and from you I'm not hearing too much
My whole team finna drop and I'm first in line
I'm making hits back to back like im in my prime
If I'm copying Drakes career
Then you're him in a wheelchair
But f** the money and the car I drive around town
f** the women that be lying just to get down
And f** the music I've been making ohh I know you're mad
So basically it's f** everything you wish you had
God of the 5ive, the only one you fear
I show love, but i donr mind to end ya career
Twitter got you f**ed up, I'm here to alarm ya
Not saying that I did it but when he missing, it's karma
sh** I'm feelin like someone laced your weed
Especially if you think you're seeing me
I guess I've been mister nice guy for way too long
You mad I ignored your comment to be on a song
Check my instagram under my new album cover
You should've chose kid wisely, I'm not a s**er
I seen it comin, but I'm way out of your league
Man your existence fails to exceed
Say it with your chest when you're speaking to me
Your on my dick like my index when I'm taking a pee
I'm tryna figure out why you hating on me
It don't matter
I'm so flattered
I signed up for greatness I expect this to happen
But why diss me if rappin is not your pa**ion
Whole diss with gun sounds, where ya hammers be
Made a whole damn song it ain't damaged me
Compared yourself to Santa Clause boy you're surely a joke
Talking like you movin sh** but you're currently broke
You a fed a** n***a
So if I was you this what I would do
Change my number, and hope the po's fire you
Lose the velcro 12 used to wire tou
Feds the only ones recording that would hire you
So act hard in your raps, you feel required to
Bout the guns you be packing oh you liar you
I'm a have to retire you
They always said short n***as, tell tall tails
Just don't hit my comments when all things fail
You a egg, you ain't hard I just cracked your shell
Let me get back to my Tape man I'm doing well
[Outro: Drake and Funk Flex]
Funk Flex: Did you take any offense to that freestyle?
Drake: Umm not really. I mean, I listened to it and I couldn't pick it out. I couldn't pick out where I was suppose to be offended. First of all I've never had any interactions, so for him to diss me it would have to be issues he is dealing with within himself. You know I understand
Funk flex: So Ya'll never met?
Drake: Naw we've met but we've just been always cordial with eachother. So yea lh I've never had a issue with him. But you know I mean it's a frustrating time for a lot of people right now. I get it so you know, if it was directed at me just make it a little more direct next time