Yet again, it was another late, sleepless night in Atlanta. The studio was packed, yet intimate all at the same time. Warm amber lights washed over exotic leather furniture, creating a dimly lit sonic oasis. A sweet aroma of weed smoke clouded the air, while vanilla scented candles were strategically placed around the room. The mood developed into a haze of relaxation. As engineers and producers methodically worked the mixing boards, Future and the rest of his entourage nodded along to a rough take of a track that would later be called "Diamonds Dancing." Many individuals in the studio danced along while producers ran the track back, but there stood Drake in a dark corner, dissecting every piece of "Diamonds Dancing" with surgical precision. The track stopped playing, and Drake stepped from the shadows. He didn't speak much, but when he did, people listened.

"I'm going back in the booth, play that outro back."

Puzzled, the engineer began playing the outro instrumental back, not questioning Drake's demands. The room fell quiet as people began to observe. As the outro began to play, Drake put on a pair of monitor headphones, rubbed his beard and began to take a drink of a dark, murky substance. Closing his eyes, Drake began to flow freely.

"You doin' me dirty, you know. How we let it get like this I don't know. But that nigga can't save your soul, nah." Producers and entourage members in the studio began to look around the room to see if others were witnessing what was happening. Drake continued crooning into the microphone, while the mood became even darker in the studio.

"Doing me dirty, you doing me dirty. Haven't even heard from you. How can you live with yourself? Haven't even heard from you. How can you live with yourself? Ungrateful, ungrateful." The Engineer looked over to Future with concern. The engineer whispered, "should we stop him?" Future then put up one finger, as to silence the engineer while shaking his head, not taking his eyes off of Drake.

"Your momma be ashamed of you. I haven't even heard from you, not a single word from you, Ungrateful. I'm too good for you, too good for you. You should go back to him, perfect match for you, unstable." Candles in the studio began to flicker and die out, one by one, as if a spirit swept throughout the room.

"Doing me dirty. You're making me nervous. I haven't even heard from you. You look drained, you look exhausted, girl them late nights ain't good for you. Really starting to show on you. Don't hit me up when it's good for you. Ungrateful." By now, everyone had stopped what they were doing, all attention was focused on the darkened silhouette in the recording booth. Finishing up his final thoughts, Drake hung up the headphones, took another sip of muddy water, and crept out of the recording booth.

As he came back into the studio, all eyes followed his every movement. Drake retreated back to his shadowed corner, where he leaned against the wall with his fingers interlocked and pressed against his lips, as if in deep thought. The silence of the room created an uneasy tension. The uneasiness built more and more, as studio members waited for him to speak. Finally, he broke the silence.

"Play it back"

lmao

I was a Drake fan when you were prob in kindergarten my guy. It's okay to talk about him without sucking his d***. Let the grown men talk.

Lmaoooo im sure you have buddy. You don't know a single thing about real life

Okay lmao. Teach me then, master.

You find it hard to believe the most popular artist in the world that has been credited by the Canadian government for being the main tourist attraction and for bringing billions of dollars of income through tourism has ties with the government?

Literally go play roblox kid

yall dont even know what the mob ties movement is about regarding the prince family

Wtf are you talking about? I asked gnarlynasty a question bc I want to talk to him about a certain topic, you're interrupting with irrelevant "infromation".

people itt really painting this dude as some kinda el chapo level d*** lord talm bout owning the government and s*** CRINE

you think drake owns himself that money pass through at least 3 other companies

Obviously around the IYRTITL era,I think he went to these people personally and agreed to pay a huge sum of money to join their organization. Ever since that era,he’s been more obnoxious and gangster in his raps

Yall niggas just speak out yall asses

Lmao shut the f*** up bro you're dumb

J. Prince setting up shop in Toronto

damn, did the deal including him getting a beard

Dancehall was cool but this mob persona thing is getting out of hand

He didnt pay them s***, he runs the organization lmao

Drake pulls the strings in the toronto underworld, anyone who disagrees is delusional

Scary

Drake really has to start ordering hits for people to believe lmao. I can't wait until they push him to the edge lmao

He probably has a huge stake in the business after paying millions to join on some exclusive country club s***

very very scary

ordering hits can be done bu anyone who got 30k to spare the fact that you think this proves anything makes you seem like a goof tbh