SpeechCobras

2y

If Drake replied to Joe it'd be a waste of time, an independent rapper getting a reply from the #1 rapper in the world? Joe gains everything

nephew

2y

It’s funny how they think they can take shots at the 6 God and come out alive. Drizzy gonna drizzle all over them and they’ll be sorry they ever messed with Papi. Big Aubz ain’t new to this, he’s been in the game for years always winning. The Boy is Godfather level now, and idk about you, but I wouldn’t wanna be on the other side of Papi’s pipe. He always aim for the head 😈🦉

AvenueJones

2y

I chose a side nah I don’t hate Drake but I been sick of the d*** eaters on here since FATD. So I went heel

xxsilvaxx

2y

drizzgod aka one take drizzy bout to put some TNT up lil kennys ass

Himothee

2y

· edited

The room is dimly lit, casting Drake in half-shadow as he leans back, the only source of light emanates from a phone on speaker mode resting on a glass table. Drake, looking weary, paces back and forth as J.Cole’s voice fills the room.

J.Cole: Aubrey, talk to me, man. Kendrick's shot was low. You okay?

Drake (short, his irritation clear): Been through worse. Meek. Push. Ye.

J.Cole: I know, I know... But this feels different, doesn’t it? It’s got everyone talking.

Drake (bitterly): Yeah, it does.

J.Cole (his tone soft, almost pleading): You thinking of hitting back? I mean, after everything you've already been through...

Drake (anger bubbling beneath the surface): What do you think?

J.Cole (voice filled with concern): I think you're tired, man. This back and forth... it's draining.

Drake (his voice hard, yet revealing his fatigue): Exhausted. Not just the beef. The tour. Everything.

J.Cole (urgently): Then maybe it’s time to let this one go? I mean, what’s there to prove, Aubrey? You’re at the top.

Drake (a laugh, but there's no humor in it): At the top and still getting shot at.

J.Cole (almost desperately): But that’s just it, isn’t it? It doesn’t matter how high you climb, someone’s always gonna take aim. Doesn’t mean you gotta shoot back every time.

Drake (his tone softening, a hint of desolation): Maybe.

J.Cole (pushing, his voice rising with a soap opera-like intensity): Aubrey, listen to me. This isn’t just about you or Kendrick. It’s bigger. It’s about what you stand for. Don’t let this pull you down.

Drake (sighing, the fight seemingly drained from him): Feels like I don’t have a choice.

J.Cole (his voice a mix of encouragement and desperation): You always have a choice. This? It's just a moment. It’ll pass. But how you handle it, that’s on you.

Drake (quiet, contemplative): I’ll think about it.

J.Cole (relief in his voice): That’s all I’m asking, man. Just... think about it. Don’t rush into anything.

The call ends with Drake staring off into the distance, the burden of his decision weighing heavily on him as the screen fades to black.

Act II: Instagram

Drake finally makes a decision, opening Instagram. His fingers hover over the screen, drafting then redrafting a post. The tension from the phone call with J.Cole still lingers, the advice to tread carefully at odds with his instinct to strike back. Yet, Drake chooses a middle path, one that speaks volumes without descending into the fray.

He uploads a picture, a cryptic smile playing on his lips, a look that's both challenging and confident. Then, he types a caption, one that acknowledges the turmoil without conceding to it, a nod to his integrity and a hint at his readiness to escalate, but only on his terms.

Drake (typing the caption): "I could never sell ya'll out to sell my latest work. Never do you bad out the blue but I’m down to make it worse 🥳."

As he posts his third Instagram post of the week, it's clear that Drake is not bowing out, nor is he diving headlong into conflict. It's a strategic move, one that maintains his stance and signals his unwillingness to be cornered or cowed.

The scene fades with the phone set down, the glow of the Instagram post illuminating Drake's resolved face. The choice made, for now, is to let the music—and his words—speak for themselves.

big dog giovanni

2y

Drake really googled Pipe Bomb.. this some Ominous s***

Himothee

2y

· edited

The room is dimly lit, casting Drake in half-shadow as he leans back, the only source of light emanates from a phone on speaker mode resting on a glass table. Drake, looking weary, paces back and forth as J.Cole’s voice fills the room.

J.Cole: Aubrey, talk to me, man. Kendrick's shot was low. You okay?

Drake (short, his irritation clear): Been through worse. Meek. Push. Ye.

J.Cole: I know, I know... But this feels different, doesn’t it? It’s got everyone talking.

Drake (bitterly): Yeah, it does.

J.Cole (his tone soft, almost pleading): You thinking of hitting back? I mean, after everything you've already been through...

Drake (anger bubbling beneath the surface): What do you think?

J.Cole (voice filled with concern): I think you're tired, man. This back and forth... it's draining.

Drake (his voice hard, yet revealing his fatigue): Exhausted. Not just the beef. The tour. Everything.

J.Cole (urgently): Then maybe it’s time to let this one go? I mean, what’s there to prove, Aubrey? You’re at the top.

Drake (a laugh, but there's no humor in it): At the top and still getting shot at.

J.Cole (almost desperately): But that’s just it, isn’t it? It doesn’t matter how high you climb, someone’s always gonna take aim. Doesn’t mean you gotta shoot back every time.

Drake (his tone softening, a hint of desolation): Maybe.

J.Cole (pushing, his voice rising with a soap opera-like intensity): Aubrey, listen to me. This isn’t just about you or Kendrick. It’s bigger. It’s about what you stand for. Don’t let this pull you down.

Drake (sighing, the fight seemingly drained from him): Feels like I don’t have a choice.

J.Cole (his voice a mix of encouragement and desperation): You always have a choice. This? It's just a moment. It’ll pass. But how you handle it, that’s on you.

Drake (quiet, contemplative): I’ll think about it.

J.Cole (relief in his voice): That’s all I’m asking, man. Just... think about it. Don’t rush into anything.

The call ends with Drake staring off into the distance, the burden of his decision weighing heavily on him as the screen fades to black.

Act II: Instagram

Drake finally makes a decision, opening Instagram. His fingers hover over the screen, drafting then redrafting a post. The tension from the phone call with J.Cole still lingers, the advice to tread carefully at odds with his instinct to strike back. Yet, Drake chooses a middle path, one that speaks volumes without descending into the fray.

He uploads a picture, a cryptic smile playing on his lips, a look that's both challenging and confident. Then, he types a caption, one that acknowledges the turmoil without conceding to it, a nod to his integrity and a hint at his readiness to escalate, but only on his terms.

Drake (typing the caption): "I could never sell ya'll out to sell my latest work. Never do you bad out the blue but I’m down to make it worse 🥳."

As he posts his third Instagram post of the week, it's clear that Drake is not bowing out, nor is he diving headlong into conflict. It's a strategic move, one that maintains his stance and signals his unwillingness to be cornered or cowed.

The scene fades with the phone set down, the glow of the Instagram post illuminating Drake's resolved face. The choice made, for now, is to let the music—and his words—speak for themselves.

Laced

2y

*independent rapper he looked up to and was highly influenced by

WINTER

2y

I decided to try the pipe bomb on kelsey

Aquilla

2y

He ain't doing nothing for the time being

Stop the cap

big dog giovanni

2y

Scary hours 4 commences at 3am tonight

Gangy

2y

No need to overcorrect. Be yourself

americana

2y

2200 pages off one verse is Brazy