Drake has released a new track titled “Fighting Irish Freestyle,” reigniting his feud with Kendrick Lamar. The song also appears to take aim at NBA star LeBron James. The track was briefly available online before being removed.
In “Fighting Irish Freestyle,” Drake reflects on themes of loyalty and betrayal, particularly in the context of his ongoing rivalry with Kendrick Lamar. The title references the “Fighting Irish,” which some interpret as a nod to LeBron James’ high school team, suggesting Drake’s disappointment in LeBron’s perceived support for Kendrick during their feud.
This release follows a series of diss tracks exchanged between Drake and Kendrick Lamar throughout 2024, with Kendrick’s “Not Like Us” being a notable highlight. Despite the escalating tensions, Drake continues to assert his stance through new music, as evidenced by this latest freestyle.
The track’s brief availability and subsequent removal have sparked discussions among fans and critics, with many analyzing the lyrics for deeper insights into Drake’s perspective on his relationships within the music industry and beyond.
As of now, there has been no official statement from Drake regarding the release or removal of “Fighting Irish Freestyle.” The ongoing feud between these prominent artists continues to captivate audiences, highlighting the competitive nature of the rap industry.
Drake โ Fighting Irish Freestyle Lyrics
I love you more
Conductor
Yeah
The summer is over, I missed it, barrel was smoking, I kissed it
Ferris showed us the renders for Texas, it’s unrealistic
Cut ’em the check ’cause I hate reviewin’ the budgets and limits
Just pay the man
The world fell in love with the gimmicks, even my brothers got tickets
Seemed like they loved every minute
Just know this shit is personal to us, and it wasn’t just business
Analyzin’ behavioral patterns, it’s somewhat suspicious
Niggas was never happy for me when I’d run up the digits
Or when I’m breakin’ world records still, as I guzzle a Guinness
Or when I get my fifth Maybach ’cause the color is different
‘Member we traded watches? I gave you that Arabic dial, you gave me a numbered edition
You would even check up on my son like a pediatrician
Sure convinced the gang this shit was rooted in love when it isn’t
Show me how different we are, there’s blessings in juxtaposition
I guess now you boys gotta abandon your summer tradition
Cold shoulders I gave in the Hamptons, it come with the distance
Figured we was always gon’ be close, like ovens and kitchens
I was sadly mistaken, the loyalty wasn’t a given
It’s all good
Conductor
And niggas cried the blues for you, sayin’ it wasn’t malicious
Talkin’ ’bout we family, well, I’m not the cousin to visit
God forbid we ever got to tarnish your public image
All that brother talk as if I really discovered a sibling
Six degrees, my memory’s retrievin’ our humble beginnings
Niggas wanted trouble, grabbed the shovel and dug up some ditches
Cover my body in dirt, but that wasn’t me
That wasn’t me
That was a body double and we’ve done dozens of switches
Niggas tried to light the front gate up, it wasn’t for Christmas
I said a prayer that morning for Sean, and it wasn’t religious
It came from a place of desperation and utter submission
Rappin’ was over for now, it came like a sudden decision
I don’t give a fuck about you snakes or these other musicians
Niggas started fuckin’ with my family, I’m goin’ to prison
And we all crashin’ out together, my brothers complicit
Who put a pipe bomb in your trunk? It wasn’t Xzibit
I’m tryna blow the doors off that bitch when you touch the ignition
But then I gotta remember who made this shit come to fruition
Conductor
It’s me
Who’s got the most to lose, and who’s in that other position?
Signal conversations, well, I hope they got double encryption
I’d hate to see the empire crumble on judge’s convictions
This nigga pulled a rabbit out the hat, and y’all love a magician
It’s funny to see you all rejoicin’ and huggin’ and kissin’
What are we celebratin’? I’ll rent out the club at Edition
Nothing was the same with all you bitches and nothing’s forgiven
But next time, bury me in gold, my blood is Egyptian
The Dennis genes come out when the vodka is floodin’ my system
I don’t have a drinkin’ problem, I got a subtle addiction
I got my father’s habits and I got my mother’s permission
My dad has another child, I told him that wasn’t my sister
Grew up with dozens of Jews, churches with dozens of Christians
Also, developed a deep respect for the Muslim religion
I’m starin’ at my daddy while y’all tell me I wasn’t that nigga
That’s fuckin’ crazy
That’s-
