Descrição
Em "Broke Boys", Drake entrega um hino de autoconfiança e desprezo por seus adversários, consolidando sua posição no cenário do trap. A faixa explora temas de lealdade inabalável aos seus aliados, a constante vigilância contra traidores ("snakes in the grass") e a ascensão inquestionável do artista ao topo. Com uma retórica afiada, Drake contrasta sua própria riqueza e autenticidade com a falta de credibilidade e recursos de seus rivais, pejorativamente chamados de "broke boys". A letra exala uma sensação de superioridade, não apenas pela opulência material, mas pela solidez de suas conexões e experiências reais. O artista demonstra desinteresse em interagir com aqueles que falsificam seu status ou estilo de vida, reforçando a mensagem de que a solidão no topo é preferível à companhia daqueles que estão aquém de seu patamar. É uma declaração firme de domínio e demarcação de território no jogo do rap.
Letra
Yeah, ayy
Hop in that bitch and I start the V
Snakes in the grass so they harder to see
My brother would give up his life to the O
He told me he gon' be a martyr for me
Said that she ready to come to the 6ix
I hit up Pauleen, the charter, the P
Ain't really lead but I'm back in (Back in), I'm back in (Back in), I'm back in (Back in)
I'm ridin' around in Atlanta with Sav
'Cause that nigga been goin' harder than me
Nothin' had changed, I'm just harder to please
Ferrari is makin' an SUV
We ain't got a choice, we orderin' these
Shout out Noel for recordin' the V's
He know where this shit 'bout to go, 'cause nobody touchin' the flow
They say you alone at the top, but it's gotta be lonely below
You boys gettin' ready to diss, but don't even mention the O
And don't even mention a foe unless you boys tryna go broke
Woah, I got more stripes than Adidas
(Yeah, I got the stripes, but fuck Adidas, nigga)
I don't chase bitches, I leave 'em
(Hoes screamin' like I'm Justin Bieber, nigga)
I don't get mad, I get even
(Hit you niggas like a buzzer beater, nigga)
I don't get mad, I get even
(Hit you niggas then you gone)
Woah, all that foundation she wearing, she think she QC
Telling all my sneaky links you with me
You must be Coach K 'cause you ain't P
I'm on a Jet like my last name Li
Two sticks in my hand like I'm playin' the Wii
G Block Babies will spank you for free
We rough niggas up, now they beggin' for peace (G Block Babies)
Steppin' on shit, I done fractured my toe
Born in October, I'm so OVO
Halloween come and he want to dress up but he don't need no costume, I'm turnin' him ghost
She called me mucus, I stay in her throat
Stick hit that boy, got his ass hittin' notes
My niggas wear masks so
You know where this shit 'bout to go, 'cause nobody touchin' the flow
They say you alone at the top, but it's gotta be lonely below
You boys gettin' ready to diss, but don't even mention the O
And don't even mention a foe unless you boys tryna go broke
Ah damn, man, you niggas is the worst
Savage snatch you out ya crib, then drop you in a hearse
Baby, please, when we nervous, stop reachin' in your purse
Nigga went and bought a house when he coulda bought a verse
Niggas dumb as fuck, imagine if I did that stupid shit when I was comin' up
My crib feel like a hedge fund, I be in here just thumbin' up
Know I'm SN1, 'til I'm done fuckin' London up
Niggas make me nauseous, I had enough of broke boys
I can't talk to broke boys, yeah, I can't talk to broke boys
I can't talk to broke boys, I can't talk to broke boys, wait, yeah
I can't talk to broke boys, I can't talk to broke boys, wait
All you niggas make me sick
All you niggas rappin' 'bout the bricks and the licks
Then I hear in real life you livin' with your bitch
I can't talk to broke boys, I can't talk to broke boys
I can't talk to broke boys
I don't want no convo I don't got no time for
Niggas postin' mansion, livin' in a condo
Y'all be make believin', I can't not relate to you
I can't talk to broke boys, I can't talk to broke boys
I cannot believe y'all was dissin' on the old boy
I can't even think on how you came up with that flow, boy
Please talk to someone else 'cause I can't talk to broke boy
I can't talk to broke boy, I can't talk to broke boys, I can't talk to broke boys
I can't talk to broke boys, nah, nah, I can't talk to broke boys, I can't talk to
That nigga's crazy
Gírias
O termo "O", especialmente em "to the O" ou "mention the O", refere-se a OVO (October's Very Own), selo e coletivo de Drake, simbolizando sua lealdade e círculo íntimo. "QC", na frase "she think she QC", alude à Quality Control Music, uma proeminente gravadora de Atlanta; aqui, sugere que alguém tenta ostentar uma imagem de alto status ou "qualidade" que não possui genuinamente. A expressão "You must be Coach K 'cause you ain't P" é um jogo de palavras: "P" popularizou-se como gíria para "player" ou "pushin P" (mantendo-se autêntico e bem-sucedido), enquanto Coach K (Mike Krzyzewski) é um famoso treinador de basquete, implicando que a pessoa apenas dá instruções, mas não é um "jogador" no jogo da vida ou da rua. "SN1" provavelmente se refere a um código postal ou grupo específico em Londres (como Swindon SN1), denotando uma conexão com a cultura de rua britânica. Por fim, "hittin' notes" descreve a reação de dor intensa de uma pessoa ao ser atingida, fazendo sons agudos ou variados, como se estivesse cantando notas musicais.