Drake – Wick Man Lyrics

“Wick Man,” as Drake references in the intro of the song, is in reference to John Wick, a fictional hitman who is known for his brutality and lethality in his line of work; he is considered untouchable and at the top of his game. In comparison, Drake feels as if he is the John Wick of rapping, emptying clips through his lyrics. This is evidenced in the lyrical emphasis placed not only on this song but each of the 6 songs released on For All The Dogs Scary Hours Edition, also known as Scary Hours 3, released on Friday, November 17, 2023.

Notably, this song marks the first collaboration between Drake and legendary producer The Alchemist. At the time of release of For All The Dogs Scary Hours Edition, Drake has been recently collaborating with producers known for their sample flips and instrumentation, such as his collaboration with Conductor Williams on “8am in Charlotte” and “Stories About My Brother”. Meanwhile, The Alchemist has built a high-quality career producing beats for Hip-Hop legends such as Nas, Jadakiss, and Kendrick Lamar.

Wick Man Lyrics by Drake

[Intro]
Yeah, grrat
Yeah, damn
I feel like John Wick, empty clips
Yeah, empty clips
Yeah, empty clips

[Verse 1]
Shell cases scatter the floor, bullets, they shatter the glass
I could feel the tension in this room like a chatter in class
Everyday breakin’ records, shit is just happening fast
That shit was a quick switch, yeah
I feel like I’m always on thin ice with a thick bitch
So many shots fired, I need me a clip switch
I’m in that fuckin’ bag right now I’m a lipstick
Sabbatical in Miami, this shit was holistic
Man, I remember niggas was jokin’ ’bout some tick, tick
And now that rapper broke as fuck, that boy statistic
Empty clips, yeah
Empty clips

[Verse 2]
I’m almost expressionless
John Cena wouldn’t know emotions I wrestlе with
Play ’bout the fact I was born a perfectionist
Still can’t еven wrap my mind around the success of this
Point me to your boss, nigga, you a receptionist
I really hate the fact I make this shit sound effortless
I put so much thought into the messages
It’s borderline obsessiveness, remember who you messin’ with
White America say I’m becoming a threat
Black America love to remind me what my mama look like
As if I’d ever fuckin’ forget
I’m never enough
Much to their dismay, I’m levelin’ up, yeah
There’s too much treasure to hunt, there’s too many hoes in the spot
The ratio seven to one
Livin’ for right now ’cause I really think heaven’s a front
Nadia died in Dubai
I waited on a spirit to come by for like seventeen months
That shit didn’t visit me once, damn
She wanted a better life
She wanted some opportunity, we wasn’t given a bunch
Her ex would eat away at her soul, that nigga a munch
The last message she sent to my phone’s about keeping in touch
So pardon me questioning God and not believing in much
It’s Wick, man, don’t listen to Wikipedia
Capo a wicked nigga, I pray it don’t hit the media
They say, “Drake, you gettin’ harder, funny is getting easier”
Rappers are slick comedians, and they get disobedient
And they don’t stay in they lane, it’s like niggas hit the median
Boat say he the recipe, I must be the key ingredient
Capo might wick a man down with evil deviance
They gon’ have to talk to Ouija boards like heebie jeebian
Like the large was too big for you, you’ll need a medium
Just to send a message to somebody you loved previous
Empty clips, yeah