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conversations.value: Write me a song called 4PM in Calabasas with the following description: On “4PM In Calabasas,” Drake throws jabs at Puff Daddy, Joe Budden, and Meek Mill. The song is a continuation of his AM/PM series, following “9AM in Dallas,” “5AM in Toronto” and “6PM in New York.” This addition to the series takes place in Calabasas, California, which happens to be the location of a home Drake owns and identifies as “the safehouse.” He often spends time there to seclude himself and escape from the media and tensions of the rap game.
  The track aired on Episode 23 of OVO Sound Radio moments after his collaboration with Gucci Mane on “Back On Road” and Justin Bieber-assisted “One Dance (Remix).”
  On August 2, 2019, the song was re-released after Drake dropped Care Package on all major streaming platforms — a project he describes as “some of our most important moments together available in one place.” The release comes nearly six months after Drake re-released his breakout mixtape So Far Gone. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Verse]
  Yeah
  All you self-promoters are janky
  We established like the Yankees
  This whole fuckin' game thankless
  We movin' militant but somehow you the one tankin'
  No limit to where I can take it
  And you know me as a Cris' bottle sender, check picker-upper
  I thought we looked out for one another
  Saw us all as brothers in the struggle, too blessed to be humble
  I guess it's different in the city I come from
  All the sudden I got people showing how much they truly resent me
  They whole demeanor just spells envy, they tryna tempt me
  The higher I get, the less they accept me
  Even had the OG's tryna press me, ha-ha-ha, ha
  No way out 'cause I'm already in it
  I'm not attending when I do a show and get a ticket
  Good business can clean millions, I got the vision
  I been had it since "No Scrubs" and "No Pigeons"
  Even back when I wasn't as poppin'
  When they told me take an R&B nigga on the road
  And I told 'em no and drew for Kendrick and Rocky
  I tried to make the right choices with the world watching
  "Mike never tried to rap like Pac, Pac never tried to sing like Mike"
  Those my dad's words to me when I asked him how to make it in life
  And I always said my mother gave the greatest advice, yeah
  Look at me now, they look at me like the golden child
  Can't nobody hold me down
  Especially not right now
  Certain shit is just too wild to reconcile
  Take that, take that
  No love in they heart so they fake that
  DiCaprio level the way they play that
  Damn, nigga, what is that?
  Y'all don't hear no songs
  They hit my phone like, "You did that"
  They even hit my line like, "Where you been at?"
  It's always on some shit like
  "When can I get a favor?" or, "Where my bitch at?"
  Like I'm about to tell you where she been at
  Costa Careyes, I got her kidnapped
  She ain't sorry and I ain't sorry, it's too late for sorry
  Green, white, and red on my body 'cause I'm dipped in Ferrari
  All she wanna do is get high and listen to PARTY
  She complain, I tell the driver to drop her at Barneys
  My summer diet is just Rosé and calamari
  Look, now you got me started
  I'm the black sheep, rest in peace to Chris Farley
  I got a lot to lose 'cause in every situation I'm the bigger artist
  Always gotta play it smarter
  Y'all shook up, I'm here on the cookup
  Cameras pointing every time I look up
  That's why I gotta duck behind Chubb's shoulder just to hit the kush up
  Sponsorship dollars is sky high
  He be like, "Drake, will you please stop smoking la-la?"
  Chubbs, why try? I'm a thug, I'ma die high
  Got the rose pink tinted lenses, it's a Wednesday
  Architects takin' dimensions, they redoin' the entrance
  Yeah, redoin' the entrance
  Kinda like when you niggas drop on some again and again shit
  And you still never quite get it
  Meantime, Drizzy over there, tryna make you, make you dance to this
  Yeah, I make you dance to this
  I roll big body, wide body, Calabasas road winder
  Sun shinin', waxed tires
  See Kris Jenner, I beep twice and I wave
  The rest of you boys, I blow Keeks right in your face
  Pistol by my bed, I'm sleep, but I'm awake
  For that one night when niggas try reach inside my safe
  Don't push me 'cause I'm way too uneasy nowadays
  These guys move so greezy nowadays
  I tell you my life and y'all don't believe me when I say it
  Save my stories for down the line
  I'm too ahead of the curve every time
  Just total the hits and see what you find, you SWV
  'Cause you weak and I'm always, always on your mind [Outro]
  Yeah, and we can't stop
  Make you dance to this, uh
  I'ma make you One Dance to this
  A-ha-ha-ha, ha
  Bad breed, bad bwoy
  Uh-huh, yeah
  That's right, yeah