Drake once gave us “9AM In Dallas,” filled with mean lyrics, a barreling-down-the-lane flow and a full rundown of what his life was about at that moment. Today, he adopts the same approach for “5AM In Toronto,” except the boasts are bigger (“Sinatra lifestyle I’m just being frank, n*gga”) as are the retaliatory blows he sends at adversaries. The quotables are endless as Canada’s finest challenges foes, toasts to his own accomplishments and briefly addresses the club allegations all in a matter of minutes and bars.
And way back when, I once asked that Drake add a harder edge back into his music, lest people get him confused. I think he heard my cries, even if it’s only for one early morning in Toronto.