So I dropped "The Master (5)" yesterday in the King Charles folder. First off, thank yous go to The Honorable Dr. Dre for releasing the instrumentals. Second, I officially put on wax that I was sexually assaulted by Drake in 2008. It was a hard sell, and it wasn't my idea to do it. However, it was done in the name of therapy and release.
The person with the battery for me can be heard at the end of each song on the tape. He was hyped and ready for war (still is), while I just want it (all) to be over. So hopefully you can hear me out over the cries of warfare and accept the BARS that came with it.
The most Drake can do is fight me over it. He can't sue me, and he's too arrogant to work with me. I tried to play into his world in 2015. Didn't work. More red tape than actually leaving him alone. And no, this isn't a mental health lapse. "Funny how someone else's success brings pain", huh? I never did shit to you.
But we can make this real quick:
Either you fuck w/ me or you fuck w/ Drake. I dead don't see a Collab anytime soon. The line in the sand has been drawn.
Where do you stand?
