SABMAN TURNT

2mo

yea dude there’s no way Drake & Future just like working together, the idf must be forcing them to do collabs

No Diddy

2mo

Diplomatic immunity, f*** 'em
All that peace and that unity
All that weak s***'ll ruin me, f*** 'em, yeah
'Cause n started talkin' to me like I'm slowin' down
Opinions over statistics, of course
Gassed off journalistic
Come at me and all you'll get is the ballistic report
Booked a private room at Wally's, waiter twistin' the cork
I got multi-colored rings like the Olympics, of course
At award shows, cuttin' through the tension, of course
Girls huggin' me then askin' me, "What scent that is, boy?"
I be walkin' around the Six like I invented it, boy
Yeah, who am I? The do or die
The one with the fewest lies and the truest ties
They try to compare us, but
Like a job straight outta high school there's no you and I
I taught you everything you know, now you got student pride
All factual, I call the house "the embassy"
The studio "the chapel", I hate to travel
I just pulled up on Solána show, the girl's a natural
I knew her way back when Hollywood was international
Yeah, the furthest I've been, that's word to my ends
Word to the flags that belong in the hood of my Benz
Very presidential, I broke all the codes for zonin' in my residential
I broke spirits that I never meant to
My body isn't much of a sacred temple, with vodka and wine
And sleep at the opposite times
Promise s*** is gettin' outta line like when you make a stencil
Or gettin' outta line like when you break a pencil
Violatin' the Treaty of Versailles
Champagne is the alias, but no cease and desist in I
I refuse to comply with regulations
I listen to heavy metal for meditation, no silence
Like Sanders on the Detroit Lions
Get a run around and I'll bury you where they won't find ya
Motor City Casino, I'm at the cage with my old license
They tell me "don't worry, I got your money" like Osirus
(I'm the Osiris of this s***)
Dirty 30, workin' on me
Tired of women that may tag me in pictures airin' my dirty laundry
Catering is from Giorgio Baldi, Robyn's favorite
S*** is nice, but I prefer Madeo
Calamari rings and tomato
I got the sauce and now shorties keep claimin' preggo
Wakin' up at 6:00 p.m. like, "Where does the day go?"
Forecastin' tornadoes, brainstormin' retaliation at dinner tables
2010 was when I lost my halo
2017 I lost a J. Lo
A Rotterdam trip had me on front page though
I had to lay low, Hot Topic like your everyday clothes
Closed off but I could never stay closed
Billboard awards, I claimed 13 out in Vegas like Sureños
Black excellence, but I guess when it comes to me, it's not the same though, all goodie
That just pushed me to do the things we all couldn't
N stakin' out the crib, it's all gravy
Protection that God gave me
S*** is complex like short n 'round tall ladies
I gotta watch who I'm talkin' to like it's all-ages
I've seen buddin' careers turn to sit around and talk about other careers, judgin' their peers
Knowledge from n who did not contribute to none of this here
Cover my ears, my security government tier
Yeah, advance the venue so we know the exits
Check the guest list
If opps make an appearance at least it's expected
Tell 'em I don't wanna link like a broken necklace
I'll be in better company with my own reflection
Mirror, mirror, on the ceiling of my suite in the Royal Palace
The TV playin' Al Jazeera
Insha'Allah, I hope the mission keeps on gettin' clearer
Whenever, wherever, OVO will always be together like Shakira

Flynn

2mo

I can’t believe people spend their hard earned money to have their dinner ride around in secondhand Reggie smoke for 45 minutes while they look for your 1 bedroom apartment

shaleirose

2mo

HNDRXX sold less than FUTURE first week and has 1.3 billion less streams than it

orangetcovid

2mo

mostly because pasture had the bigger song on it
but pretty sure hndrxx the better album is played more overall

PALESTINE DATTEN

2mo

I told you keep playin with my name imma let it ring on you like Mariah The Scientist

Salaryman

2mo

to the drake sxn,

by the time you read this, i will have officially logged off this mortal coil.

i tried to be strong.

i tried to be patient.

i tried to tell myself “bro he literally said may 15, what are you panicking for?”

but after refreshing the ICEMAN thread 900 times a day, watching grown men decode frozen water like the f***ing zodiac killer, and seeing the word “tonight” posted every 11 minutes by a terminally online weirdo with a papiconda avi, i simply cannot continue.

i am tired.

tired of “stay alert.”

tired of “episode soon.”

tired of “there’s more in the ice blocks.”

tired of akademiks tweeting like a drunk riddler at 3:47 AM.

tired of people saying “we won” because Drake posted a blurry picture of a hallway, a glass of Virginia Black, and one singular blue emoji.

we did not win.

we are in hell.

every morning i wake up, brush my teeth, open KTT2, and immediately see ICEMAN40 posting like he has classified CIA documents from inside the embassy.

“something is happening.”

nothing is happening.

“he’s moving.”

where?

to the fridge?

“episode 4 tonight.”

bro the only episode happening is me having a psychotic break in real time.

deep pockets will post “what was his avy” and suddenly 17 pages of the thread are dedicated to whether some random insider changed his profile picture from a snowflake to a wolf.

TommyCampos will calmly explain that the rollout actually makes perfect sense if you understand Aubrey’s long term artistic vision, and then 4 posts later somebody named Kendrick Won will quote him with “cope.”

NoFace will come in like “it really aint a drake album thread without all the side arguments fr” while the side argument is 6 people debating whether Yachty or fakemink has more aura in 2026.
doot doot posts one sentence and the thread moves 3 pages.

PALESTINE DATTEN says “what’s the worry” like i am not actively fighting demons because Drake projected a date onto ice and then disappeared like Batman.

Unforgivable says “you’ll find out in exactly 4 hrs” and i sit there with my hands folded like a Make-A-Wish child waiting for a kidney.

four hours pass.

nothing.

not a single.

not a tracklist.

not a cover.

not even a bullshit merch hoodie that says FREEZE THE WORLD in font size 96.
just silence.

then some idiot posts “yall think he waiting for the weeknd tour to finish?”

bro i am waiting for my LIFE to finish.

you people told me “spring is his season.”

then you told me “summer is his season.”

then you told me “nah this is winter music.”

brother we are in may.

i have seen four seasons pass inside one album thread.

i have watched men age.

i have watched posters enter the thread as Drake fans and leave as full-time Neo-nazis planning the fourth reich.

someone said ICEMAN stands for “I Can’t Even Make Another Night” and i genuinely had to sit down because that was the first piece of rollout a***ysis that sounded accurate.

because i can’t.

i can’t even make another night.

not after the ice block s***.

not after “more soon.”

not after 516 pages of people pretending a black screen on Drake’s story means he’s entering his villain arc.

not after watching the Drake sxn convince itself that a Chubbs like, a Boi-1da repost, and 40 being seen near a keyboard means the album is being mixed live as we speak.

40 could post a picture of soup and somebody would say “warm tones on the way.”

Oliver could post a chair and somebody would say “album seating arrangement confirmed.”

Insiderhub could tweet “Drake soon?” and the entire thread would start moving like 9/11 just happened.

and i participated.

i am ashamed.

i posted “TONIGHT” with chest.

i posted “we won” before midnight.

i said “this feels different.”

it did not feel different.

it felt exactly the same as every other friday where i stayed up until 12:03 AM just to get a f***ing Lil Baby single and depression.

i defended the boy through everything.

i defended Scorpion.

i defended Certified Lover Boy.

i defended Honestly, Nevermind to people with jobs.

i told real human beings “Falling Back is fire if you get it.”

i argued that FATD was overhated.

i pretended the beef was part of a larger psychological rollout because i am mentally unwell.

i watched my goat post vacation pics, Stake ads, cryptic captions, and gym selfies while the thread was eating itself alive like a crashed plane in the Andes.

all i wanted was music.

instead, i got page 5800.
i got “MAY 15.”

i got “episode 4.”

i got “stay alert.”

i got grown men doing numerology on ice.

please do not mourn me.

do not make a thread titled “RIP to a real one.”

do not let somebody with a Kendrick avi post “damn Drake fans really dying for mid.”

do not let the music sxn turn my passing into a 28-page debate about whether Take Care aged better than Blonde.

do not let any mysterious music poster say “lowkey this is performance art.”

and for the love of god, do not let anyone say “this rollout was genius” when the album finally drops.

because if ICEMAN releases after i’m gone and you all start pretending this was some masterclass in patience, i will haunt every single one of you.

i will appear in the thread at midnight as a greyed-out banned account and quote every “soon” post with “fuck you.”

bury me in the CLB heart haircut.

put an owl on my tombstone.

play Jungle at the funeral, but skip the part where somebody says “this should’ve been on Views” because i don’t want side arguments at my memorial.

tell my mother i loved her.

tell my girl i’m sorry.

tell Drake he won.

and tell the ICEMAN thread…

i’ll see you warriors on page 6000.
signed,

a broken soldier of the Drake sxn

refreshing one last time

Salaryman

2mo

to the drake sxn,

by the time you read this, i will have officially logged off this mortal coil.

i tried to be strong.

i tried to be patient.

i tried to tell myself “bro he literally said may 15, what are you panicking for?”

but after refreshing the ICEMAN thread 900 times a day, watching grown men decode frozen water like the f***ing zodiac killer, and seeing the word “tonight” posted every 11 minutes by a terminally online weirdo with a papiconda avi, i simply cannot continue.

i am tired.

tired of “stay alert.”

tired of “episode soon.”

tired of “there’s more in the ice blocks.”

tired of akademiks tweeting like a drunk riddler at 3:47 AM.

tired of people saying “we won” because Drake posted a blurry picture of a hallway, a glass of Virginia Black, and one singular blue emoji.

we did not win.

we are in hell.

every morning i wake up, brush my teeth, open KTT2, and immediately see ICEMAN40 posting like he has classified CIA documents from inside the embassy.

“something is happening.”

nothing is happening.

“he’s moving.”

where?

to the fridge?

“episode 4 tonight.”

bro the only episode happening is me having a psychotic break in real time.

deep pockets will post “what was his avy” and suddenly 17 pages of the thread are dedicated to whether some random insider changed his profile picture from a snowflake to a wolf.

TommyCampos will calmly explain that the rollout actually makes perfect sense if you understand Aubrey’s long term artistic vision, and then 4 posts later somebody named Kendrick Won will quote him with “cope.”

NoFace will come in like “it really aint a drake album thread without all the side arguments fr” while the side argument is 6 people debating whether Yachty or fakemink has more aura in 2026.
doot doot posts one sentence and the thread moves 3 pages.

PALESTINE DATTEN says “what’s the worry” like i am not actively fighting demons because Drake projected a date onto ice and then disappeared like Batman.

Unforgivable says “you’ll find out in exactly 4 hrs” and i sit there with my hands folded like a Make-A-Wish child waiting for a kidney.

four hours pass.

nothing.

not a single.

not a tracklist.

not a cover.

not even a bullshit merch hoodie that says FREEZE THE WORLD in font size 96.
just silence.

then some idiot posts “yall think he waiting for the weeknd tour to finish?”

bro i am waiting for my LIFE to finish.

you people told me “spring is his season.”

then you told me “summer is his season.”

then you told me “nah this is winter music.”

brother we are in may.

i have seen four seasons pass inside one album thread.

i have watched men age.

i have watched posters enter the thread as Drake fans and leave as full-time Neo-nazis planning the fourth reich.

someone said ICEMAN stands for “I Can’t Even Make Another Night” and i genuinely had to sit down because that was the first piece of rollout a***ysis that sounded accurate.

because i can’t.

i can’t even make another night.

not after the ice block s***.

not after “more soon.”

not after 516 pages of people pretending a black screen on Drake’s story means he’s entering his villain arc.

not after watching the Drake sxn convince itself that a Chubbs like, a Boi-1da repost, and 40 being seen near a keyboard means the album is being mixed live as we speak.

40 could post a picture of soup and somebody would say “warm tones on the way.”

Oliver could post a chair and somebody would say “album seating arrangement confirmed.”

Insiderhub could tweet “Drake soon?” and the entire thread would start moving like 9/11 just happened.

and i participated.

i am ashamed.

i posted “TONIGHT” with chest.

i posted “we won” before midnight.

i said “this feels different.”

it did not feel different.

it felt exactly the same as every other friday where i stayed up until 12:03 AM just to get a f***ing Lil Baby single and depression.

i defended the boy through everything.

i defended Scorpion.

i defended Certified Lover Boy.

i defended Honestly, Nevermind to people with jobs.

i told real human beings “Falling Back is fire if you get it.”

i argued that FATD was overhated.

i pretended the beef was part of a larger psychological rollout because i am mentally unwell.

i watched my goat post vacation pics, Stake ads, cryptic captions, and gym selfies while the thread was eating itself alive like a crashed plane in the Andes.

all i wanted was music.

instead, i got page 5800.
i got “MAY 15.”

i got “episode 4.”

i got “stay alert.”

i got grown men doing numerology on ice.

please do not mourn me.

do not make a thread titled “RIP to a real one.”

do not let somebody with a Kendrick avi post “damn Drake fans really dying for mid.”

do not let the music sxn turn my passing into a 28-page debate about whether Take Care aged better than Blonde.

do not let any mysterious music poster say “lowkey this is performance art.”

and for the love of god, do not let anyone say “this rollout was genius” when the album finally drops.

because if ICEMAN releases after i’m gone and you all start pretending this was some masterclass in patience, i will haunt every single one of you.

i will appear in the thread at midnight as a greyed-out banned account and quote every “soon” post with “fuck you.”

bury me in the CLB heart haircut.

put an owl on my tombstone.

play Jungle at the funeral, but skip the part where somebody says “this should’ve been on Views” because i don’t want side arguments at my memorial.

tell my mother i loved her.

tell my girl i’m sorry.

tell Drake he won.

and tell the ICEMAN thread…

i’ll see you warriors on page 6000.
signed,

a broken soldier of the Drake sxn

refreshing one last time

Classique

2mo

who were they playing? there's definitely some bullshit out there but i think fakemink, slayr, xaviersobased, yeat, and osamason amongst others are solid. a lot of people fall into rage slop and bad carti and ken carson homages

orangetcovid

2mo

angel reese is 24????