Over the years low key foodie and 6 God, Aubrey Graham, has been quietly slipping in some of raps dopest food lyrics. Whether name dropping Michelin Star restaurants, describing an elegantly expensive dish or just a metaphorical manslaughter he’s been on point with it. Here’s my top 10 list of the best offerings from his lyrical buffet.
Honorable Mention– Child’s Play
Why you gotta fight with me at Cheesecake you know I love to go there, say I’m acting lightskinned’ I can’t take you nowhere.
Didn’t make the list all the way because there was no direct food reference, but when you heard that line you could just picture Drake at the same restaurant you and you’re side chick went to going through that same drama.
I been Steph Curry with the shot, been cooking with sauce, Chef Curry with the pot, Boy.
Still not a direct reference but we’re getting closer and it was flames as was the beat.
9. 4pm in Calabasas
All she wanna do is get high and listen to Party, if she complain I tell the driver to drop her at Barneys, my summer diet is Rosè & calamari
A nice light Mediterranean diet with a Bad Boy circa Hypnotize beat makes for perfect summer cruising.
8. 30 for 30 Freestyle
N***as wanna talk high scores, Party just dipped off in a white Porsche, and I just came from dinner where I ate some well done seared scallops that were to die for, but I got bigger fish to fry, I’m talking bigger shit than you and I
Another light banger as Drake brags about his artist winning while dinning on delicately perfect seared scallops. Boss shit.
Admitted it to me the first time we dated, but she was no angel and we never waited, I took her for sushi, she wanted to fuck, we took it to go told em don’t even plate it
Drake raps about smashing some thot who can’t wait through a sushi dinner to get to the D. Now that’s groupie love at its best.
6. Come Thru
Somebody put an order in for a chicken, told my girl to order in I need the kitchen, yea they know I got that hook up, they just wait on me to cook up, baby I heat up the stove you do the dishes you know
There’s a lot going on here. Chicken is being ordered while work is getting cooked up, and I think I heard something about DOA and a stripper pole. Sounds quite trap house-ish to me.
5. The Ride
And you do dinners at French Laundry in Napa Valley, scallops and glasses of Dolce that shit right up your alley, you see a girl and ask about her, bitches smiling at you it must be happy hour
World renowned with three Michelin stars, French Laundry, in California’s Napa Valley is regarded by many as the best restaurant in the world period. Drake raps about getting eye fucked by thirsty Cali models nonchalantly over a dope airy beat with The Weeknd crooning in the background. Shit was classic OVO.
4. Stay Schemin‘
Tell Lucien I said fuck it, I’m tearing holes in my budget, bag her like we in Publix, and take her ass out in public, order her the filet tell em butterfly it she’ll love it, she used to soda and nuggets, she just out here thuggin
This is the classic rags-to-riches scenario. Taking his companion from the doldrums of chicken nuggets and Sprite to having Drake tell the kitchen to butterfly a filet mignon for her. Just remember b!+\$ you wasn’t with me shooting in the gym!!!
3. Can’t Have Everything
Finally got my mind in a free state, n***as tried to serve me a cheesesteak, I gave em back a clean plate, same n***as ‘preein cause they hate to see the team straight, same n***as ‘beakin stay ducking my release date, that’s when the phone starts ringing like Are we straight? Two face niggas back around with the three face
2. Draft Day
In my cup is all oil, know shit is real when your niggas take the fall for you, all loyal so you keep egging me on and we going to have to crack your shell just to prove that you ain’t hard boiled, hmmm last night I tried some raw oysters
I don’t know who he fired these shots at, but he sound like he wanted his goons to turn somebody into Humpty Dumpty. All the while he’s indulging in natural aphrodisiacs.
Lobster and Cèline for all my babies that I miss, chicken fingers, French fries for them hoes that wanna diss
Simply and eloquently put Drake shows the fine line between love and hate with these words. Throwing daggers at the hating hoes; offering luxurious couture and delicious lobster to his babies. I like his style. All the while infected your subconscious with the catchiest hook of that summer. Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman!