Suddenly, the SUV pulled up to a familiar, unassuming house in Forest Hill. It was the place where he grew up with his mother , dreaming of being something more than a teen actor. He stepped out, the cool night air hitting his face.
"Imagine being that rich and still acting like you're from the mud," one of them laughed. Drake Broke Boy
"You sound too rich on this, Dra," his producer muttered, adjusted the levels. "The fans want that hunger. That 'before the Degrassi checks' energy." Suddenly, the SUV pulled up to a familiar,
He climbed back into the car and grabbed the mic. He didn't want to rap about his watches or his mansions. He wanted to rap about the fear of losing it all—the feeling of being at the top but still having the soul of a kid who had to fight for his place in a room full of legends. "Turn it up," Aubrey said, his voice dropping an octave. "Imagine being that rich and still acting like
Drake pulled his hoodie lower. He realized that no matter how many Billboard records he broke, there was always a part of him—the "Broke Boy" who felt he had something to prove—that would never leave. Even Eminem had warned him that the tides could turn, and the same fans who crowned him could eventually turn him into a meme. The New Verse