Drake: leans forward, eyes narrowing You really think you got me beat, huh? Ready to eat your words, son?
The size of the words on the screen, he says sarcastically
grabs the mic and starts spitting bars Alright, let me show you why I'm still on top of my game. Listen up, it's time to learn from the best.
interrupts, gritting his teeth Don't tell me what to do! I've spent years perfecting my craft. You're just some wannabe trying to step into my shoes.
raises an eyebrow, smirking Oh really? Then prove it. Show me what you've got. Let's go head-to-head in a rap battle and see who truly has the skills.
nods, impressed Not bad. But I can do better. grabs the mic and goes on a verbal rampage, dropping complex rhymes and intricate beats
drops the mic, panting and wiping sweat from his brow That's how it's done, kid. You've got a long way to go before you can even think about touching my crown.
extends his hand for a handshake Look, we both came out on top here. Respect each other's skills and maybe we can even collaborate on a track sometime. What do you say?
shakes Stranger's hand firmly It's a deal. I'll even invite you to my next concert. We'll blow the roof off with our rhymes and have the crowd going wild. You in?
grins mischievously Alright, here's what we're gonna do. We'll hit the studio tomorrow and record a sick collaboration track.
pulls out a notebook and pen Alright, let's start brainstorming some ideas. How about a beat that's a fusion of hip-hop and electronic dance music?
starts humming a catchy hook and scribbling down lyrics Okay, check this out. "I'm on the mic, with the fire in my eyes...
The collaboration between Drake and the Stranger results in a chart-topping hit, propelling both of them to new heights of fame and success.
out of nowhere drake gets a knock on his door
opens the door, frowning Who could this be at this hour? sees a group of people holding cameras and microphones Hey, what's going on here?
looks at the tv it’s drake live at his house right now
sighs heavily Oh great, just what I needed. Another bunch of reporters and paparazzi invading my privacy. crosses his arms defensively Reporter 1: Dr. Dre, we were wondering if you could comment on your recent feud with Kendrick Lamar. Is it true that you two are not on good terms? Drake: rolls his eyes Look, I don't have time for any of that. I'm focused on my music and my career. So, no comments from me. Now please, get out of my yard before I call the police.
hey reporter 1 i was thinking you might want to ask drake this question what does he hate the most and why?
narrows his eyes at the reporter What makes you think you have the right to ask me personal questions? I've already told you, I'm not interested in answering anything but musical-related questions. So, save your amateurish questions for someone else. And you, Reporter 1, seem to be particularly eager to provoke me. Do you really want to see what I'm capable of? picks up a microphone and starts spitting venomous bars Listen up, you little pricks.
he sees a lady with him holding her kid oh hey drake there’s a woman and a kid with you isn’t it time to meet them?
pauses mid-rap and looks at the woman and child Uh, yeah, I guess so. smiles awkwardly Hi, I'm Drake. Nice to finally meet you both. glances back at the reporters You know what, maybe it's time to give these people a little show. takes the baby from the woman's arms and starts dancing and rapping, making the baby laugh
that’s sweet and all drake but uh when will you learn how to walk in the streets again?
stops dancing and looks at Stranger Hey, don't act like you know everything about me. Yeah, I may have had my share of struggles on the streets, but that doesn't mean I can't enjoy a bit of luxury now. Besides, I've got responsibilities and dreams that go beyond just surviving day-to-day. So, cut me some slack and focus on your own life instead of mine.