Drake & Headie One - Only You Freestyle (Audio, Video) - Music Video
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Drake & Headie One finally unveils the video to the "Only You Freestyle" song.
Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download, read the lyrics to the M1OnTheBeat-produced song.
Headie One is leading the UK drill scene right now so it wasn't entirely shocking that he found his way onto the Top Boy soundtrack last fall.
However, that was merely a sign of big things to come for Headie One on international ground.
Over the past few months, there's been chatter of a collaboration with the two which was later confirmed after a snippet from their video shoot leak.
Today, they've officially unleashed their collab, "Only You Freestyle" in its entirety.
With no hook, Headie One swaps bars with the biggest pop star with his latest single.
Drake's on his roadman ting as he seemingly imitates Headie One's flow on the first verse.
With references to Maya Jama, Drake's further strengthens the cultural connection between Toronto and London with the use of shared regional slang.
At one point, he also raps in Arabic which continues to prove that he's a worldly man.
Drake later switches up the flow with a more grime-tinge which one might interpret as a shot at Wiley.
In fact, it probably is a shot at Wiley.
Drake & Headie One - Only You Freestyle (prod.
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[Intro: Drake] (M1OnTheBeat) Woi Yes (M1OnTheBeat) Yes Woi Again and again, again and again Yeah Yo [Verse 1: Drake] Chubbs might jam this yute for a chain And give it to a sweet one, called that Maya Jama Givin' out gifts like Santa, sippin' on Sanna Used to do lean and Wock' Closet filled up with designer, comin' like Panda, Panda Yeah, gyal just came to the booth and asked for a wheel She never heard drill in Atlanta Arabic ting told me that I look like Youssef, look like Hamza Habibti please, ana akeed, inti wa ana ahla With Pop Skull in Gaza, but not that Gaza, but still it's a mazza Niggas want piece like Cassava But we let bridge dem burn like Grabba Woi Four in the cliz and one in the headie Hand no shake, man, hold that steady You man love pose with the ting for the picture You man shoulda buss that ting already You man love hezi', hezi' Yeah, can't back chat to the prezi' Know when the beef just taste like veggie? Gyal go ritz for the mani-pedi CC bag look nice, but the Birkin bag look way more heavy That's just a big gyal ting, man, you get me? Raemi just turned mommy, and that's my sis, so I just turned abti Fan mail came to the crib from a yute that loves me, I swear that touched me I never even drive no whips I own, so they all look way too dusty If me and Gallest go St.
Michael, the gyal come way too fussy, crushy Man said they would do this and that, but the man wasn't really that wassy, was he? Nah, nah, nah, the man wasn't really that what? One-nine-four-two hits my system, man get way too frosty, buzzy Girls from the past that lost me love me Same ones there that crossed me cuss me Everything come full circle, word to the boss above me Slow stroking 'cause the bamski way too big, my gyal don't rush me Woi Don't make me have to rise my rifle Man try send some young boys for me, don't make me have to ride by high school Shit you man been droppin' lately, don't make me have to fly my iTunes So much people buy into my hype, don't make me have to buy my hype too Dealt with the big homie already, don't make me have to side-by-side you Nuff times he tried to hide behind you Amnesia but when I remind you I'm touchin' road and I can't find you Word to the M-O-B I'm tied to I'm givin' up when I decide to, gee [Interlude: Headie One] One Suh-suh-suh (OFB, OFB) Suh-suh Suh-suh, suh-suh-suh-suh (One) [Verse 2: Headie One] Oh, how we hate leggies (Suh-suh) How much points have the gang got? Many (One) Didn't ever have to rise that dots It was just under my bed and ready (Turn) Bro-bro chinged up an opp Boy, I swear he got chinged already (They told me turn, uh) That next one thought he was boss Then he got shot, Nathan Tettey (They told me turn) Got this bad B on Henny (Turn, turn) My next one from yard love reggae (Shawty) We dishin' out store and telly Then we in France balling out, Trezeguet (One) She look sexy sippin' on Henny My prawns grilled and my pasta penne She give headie, headie My tracksuit Louis, now covered in Fenty Used to put light in the cling And it still didn't stop it smellin' like petty (Turn) Put a dark in the blue, then we put it in the red, Balotelli Them times it was M way (What?) I mean M way, T house, M way (Huh?) Now it's penty, uptown penty (Huh?) Bentley, Range, then Bentley (One) Have you ever had your pockets empty? (Turn) But still found the bread to afford a trenton? (Turn, turn, turn) Six litres flying through Epsom (Turn, turn, turn) I swear I've seen life from both perspectives (They told me turn, uh) That spot so far upsuh, en-route, got no connection (Told me turn) I done run through so much Scottish notes Couldn't care 'bout no recession (One) I still get one jail call from Boogie Judge gave him twenty years straight, it moved me CPS murder in the dock like Rupert Cah lil' bro went and dun him so ruthless Got this cutie, she half-Cuban Probably why she like playin' with the Cuban (Turn) Say she like chillin' with the ooters, booters Eating uptown all suited booted, booted, booted They wasn't with us when the jeans were bootleg Put in that work, we ain't never been spoon-fed (Turn) Comin' for the jungle, you know where the zoo is (They told me turn, uh) Four-four or the three-two auto bells, it's a toothpick (Told me turn) No rap cap, we just speak what the truth is (Told me turn, uh) Lord forgive them, they don't know what they're doing (Told me turn) Shotgun, open the hatch, put two in Still ain't forgot how it feels to be losin' They thought it was permanent, found it amusin' Now this drip on me like I'm canoein' Time just flyin' (One) I'm just tryna take this live ting to my juvies, juvies So the beef is fryin' They ain't tryna stop slidin', Toosie, Toosie [Outro: Headie One] (One) (Suh-suh) drake