Drake Gave Young Nigerian Artist Hyzah Huge Following On IG

Drake gave some strength to aspiring Nigerian artist Hyzah, growing his Instagram by almost a 100K in one day.

An aspiring artist has just been given a massive nod of approval from none other than Drake. Hyzah from Nigeria may not be well-known around the world, but that could soon change thanks to a bit of attention from the Six God. A video of the African singer caught Drizzy’s eye, and he then proceeded to follow him on the ‘gram. Wearing a colorful patterned shirt while sitting on a crate in the capital of Lagos, Hyzah freestyled in his local language and was recorded by a passer-by who posted the clip on Twitter.

As proof that talent can be found in all corners of the globe, the video went viral, and the “Laugh Now Cry Later” rapper was one of those who saw it. Recognizing the young man’s skills, Drake decided to add him amongst the 2,403 people that he’s following. The move changed Hyzah’s life overnight. “Just yesterday i had only 2 followers only to wake up this morning to see Drake @champagnepapi following me,” he wrote alongside a screenshot of the famous follower. “Thanks for the love & repost!! You guys are amazing!!”

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The Nigerian’s fame has continued to grow, and his follower count is at more than 80K at the time of writing.

The Grammy winner also slipped into Hyzah’s DMs with the simple but powerful message, “U are amazing.” The aspiring rapper called himself “just a young boy searching for greatness” in his Insta bio, and thanks to Drake, he seems on his way to finding it.

so I just heard this guy as I was strolling in my area… pic.twitter.com/s2ZwKF6jnB

— Take Me Out Now (@AmaraAgwu) January 9, 2021

Guys take one min of your time to check out @OfficialHyzah Mans Got mad sound ?????… Drake Dm him already on IG. Hyzah, Grace has found you.. ??????way up!!! pic.twitter.com/uhG3sMPe9L

— Jaiyejeje Omo IYALODE..? (@JeJaiye) January 10, 2021

Drake – When To Say When Lyrics

[Intro: Drake]
Yeah, somebody on
Somebody hit me today and they were like:
“Nah, just make sure, you know
You tell me what to do when I get there, you know?”
(June, you’re a genius)
I said, I respect you, no problem
We got all these blessings, just to give it to others anyway
You know what I’m sayin’?
Yeah, my hand’s always open, for real

[Verse: Drake]
Ayy, thirty-three years, I gave that to the game
Thirty-three mill’, I save that for the ring
Five hundred weeks, I fill the charts with my pain
Five hundred mil and I fall back in the 6ix
Finally give you the niggas the space you need to exist
Michael Jackson ‘ship, but the palace is not for kids
Still women sayin’ it’s childish the way we live
Brought a few “W’s’ to the 6ix
Baby mama fluke, but I love her for who she is
Baby, Wayne and Tez is responsible for this shit
Half of the time, I question my consciousness in this shit
Other times I question if compliments are legit
Full time I’m out here confident as a bitch
Tryna make good on the promises that I give
Tryna make sure my accomplices are legit
Register the business in my brother’s name
Thirty-five hunnid in the pocket, that should cover things
Certified lover man, trappin’ out the motherland
Always move right, so my watch is on the other hand
She can try and play it down now, but she was a fan
People wanna know what’s in my pockets, they don’t understand
My assistant always findin’ Percocets and rubber bands
Know my mom might not want to hear how I discover plans
Word to Sandra Graham, no one love you like your mother can
I watch Michael Rubin win a million off a couple hands
I decide what to see next like it’s on demand
I decide what to be next like I’m switchin’ plans
I’ma tell you what you feel next like the weatherman
I will split heads and break necks for my little man
Six God, praying hands like I’m a religious man
But I’m just a sicker man (Six, six, six), wicked man, look
We can argue back and forth about who the richer man
Isn’t that what matters in this world that we livin’ in?
Payin’ those dividends, snakes stay slitherin’
How you plan to make it to the top by just fittin’ it
How you plan to take a nigga’s spot by just givin’ in
How you gon’ treat this shit like you gon’ get to live again?
How you gettin’ hype off one hit? Do that shit again
How you got a manager you met after you got the win?
Bet you got some niggas that’ll love you to the bitter end
Bet you got somebody that’s just smarter than your other friends
Give ’em a percentage, see what happens to your blessings then
You just need to stay close to your people
That was there when others could’ve been
Then when others should’ve been
Got a nigga starin’ at the game like, “Damn coach, put him in”
But you never listen, so you niggas gon’ would again
Got us in the crib, talkin’ ’bout what niggas coulda been, shoulda been
And I got your girl on the second floor, beggin’ me to put it in
And it’s not because all of the money that you woulda spend
And it’s not because I set it up to try and get revenge
It’s because you niggas insecure, you ain’t made men
It’s because, even though you hate on me, we stay friends
It’s because you niggas never learn when to say when, yeah

[Outro: Drake & Sample]
For real, facts
Haha, yeah
I even took that day, I even Drake
That handsome man, who is the king, Drake, yes
See him? Which means [?]
[?] far with that man, [?], the official, no [?]
So you know Drake from time then? Yeah man
Okay ’cause I know when he keeps like a party and stuff
He wouldn’t invite you guys, compain and stuff
Yeah man, in the six, yeah man, and they
And in that Drake video, man, besides Rihanna man
That’s right, that’s right
I mean I respect that because um (Yeah)
Big lion like him didn’t have to remember, you know?
But that was a nice time (Yeah)
But what we are tryna show you is the people
And they say, “Ah, Drake is not here, guy”
Y’all can get, shut up, dawg
That man had the biggest ting in the world, yeah, yeah, yeah
Y’all relax, y’all not real knuckle sandwich, I eat (Hehe)
Make sure you know, choke on some, a box juice
Yeah, yeah, we out there King of Israel [?]
What are- what are they doin’ (I don’t know)
Can you still have some, “He’s wack guys”
“He ain’t hard,” and where he would
“Hard and soft,” “hard and soft”
Funny stop it, that man is the king (Haha)
I don’t care

French Montana – No Shopping (feat. Drake) (MC4 Album) letras

Sippin’ on the drank, sippin’ on the drank
Sippin’ on the drank, sippin’ on the drank
All about the mula, all about the mula
Word to the bird, I ain’t never take her fur shoppin’

Runnin’ through them keys way before Khaled
Runnin’ with the pushas way before Malice
Word to the five, I’m the one like four minus
Caught her off the rebound, Ben Wallace, gave her four dollars
Sippin’ on the drank, sippin’ on the drank
Sippin’ on the drank, I ain’t tryna think
When it get hot, bodies start droppin’
Hit the strip club, told them hoes gon’ get the moppin’
Word to Diddy, we Cirocin’
Word to Biggie, we’ll be Pac-in’
I just bought Selena’s crib, I’m poppin’
I just told Drizzy, “Let me take Serena to the tropics”
Sippin’ on the drank, sippin’ on the drank
Sippin’ on the drank, I ain’t tryna think
Sittin’ high, 6 God cover
Tell them hoes get low, 6 God comin’

Sippin’ on the drank, sippin’ on the drank
Sippin’ on the drank, sippin’ on the drank
All about the mula, all about the mula
Word to the bird, I ain’t never take her fur shoppin’

Pump, pump, pump it up
She got a good head on her, but I pump it up
I’m not a one hit wonder, they know all my stuff
You let me turn into the nigga that you almost was
I done seen a lot of shit and I done been in things
And I never started nothin’, I just finish things
And I’m sell off like the man that brought me in this thing
How you out here celebratin’ like the winnin’ team?
No, calm down, calm down
Shit ain’t how you think it is, take a look around
I’m supposed to be on a vacation right now
But I’m home wildin’, word to DJ Khaled
Back with another one
I’m steady droppin’ bombs on your head top
Been that way since I could make your bed rock
I’m on Bloor where you can’t shop
Bitch I just rapped and it went pop
Next move better than my last move
Your next move can’t erase your past moves
Took her out once she got attached to him
Ring, ring, click, I’ll get back to ’em
You don’t really want the views
You don’t want a snapshot of things goin’ on with the crew
You don’t wanna hear Not Nice did thirteen
And did another two for some other shit he didn’t do
Last week, bwoy dem runnin’ in the room
This week sold one point two
Yeah, it’s a Boucheron baby boy
Yeah, and I know Taraji like I’m baby boy
And I fuck with Weezy and I’m Baby’s boy
Yeah we the Army, better yet the Navy, boy

Sippin’ on the drank, sippin’ on the drank
Sippin’ on the drank, I ain’t tryna think
All about the mula, all about the mula
Word to the bird, I ain’t never take her fur shoppin’
Sippin’ on the drank, sippin’ on the drank
Sippin’ on the drank, I ain’t tryna think
All about the mula, all about the mula
Word to the bird, I ain’t never take her fur shoppin’

The birds want rings and tings, you know
But we’ll never take the bird shoppin’, you know
Still, you already done know
Big up, Six God
Haaaan, skrrt, skrrt!

French Montana – No Shopping lyrics

[Hook: French Montana]
Sippin’ on the drank, sippin’ on the drank
Sippin’ on the drank, sippin’ on the drank
All about the mula, all about the mula
Word to the bird, I ain’t never take her fur shoppin’

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Runnin’ through them keys way before Khaled
Runnin’ with the pushas way before Malice
Word to the five, I’m the one like four minus
Caught her off the rebound, Ben Wallace, gave her four dollars
Sippin’ on the drank, sippin’ on the drank
Sippin’ on the drank, I ain’t tryna think
When it get hot, bodies start droppin’
Hit the strip club, told them hoes gon’ get the moppin’
Word to Diddy, we Cirocin’
Word to Biggie, we’ll be Pac-in’
I just bought Selena’s crib, I’m poppin’
I just told Drizzy, “Let me take Serena to the tropics”
Sippin’ on the drank, sippin’ on the drank
Sippin’ on the drank, I ain’t tryna think
Sittin’ high, 6 God cover
Tell them hoes get low, 6 God comin’
[Hook: French Montana]
Sippin’ on the drank, sippin’ on the drank
Sippin’ on the drank, sippin’ on the drank
All about the mula, all about the mula
Word to the bird, I ain’t never take her fur shoppin’

[Verse 2: Drake]
Pump, pump, pump it up
She got a good head on her, but I pump it up
I’m not a one hit wonder, they know all my stuff
You let me turn into the nigga that you almost was
I done seen a lot of shit and I done been in things
And I never started nothin’, I just finish things
And I’m sell off like the man that brought me in this thing
How you out here celebratin’ like the winnin’ team?
No, calm down, calm down
Shit ain’t how you think it is, take a look around
I’m supposed to be on a vacation right now
But I’m home wildin’, word to DJ Khaled
Back with another one
I’m steady droppin’ bombs on your head top
Been that way since I could make your bed rock
I’m on Bloor where you can’t shop
Bitch I just rapped and it went pop
Next move better than my last move
Your next move can’t erase your past moves
Took her out once she got attached to him
Ring, ring, click, I’ll get back to ’em
You don’t really want the views
You don’t want a snapshot of things goin’ on with the crew
You don’t wanna hear Not Nice did thirteen
And did another two for some other shit he didn’t do
Last week, boy dem runnin’ in the room
This week sold one point two
Yeah, it’s a Boucheron baby boy
Yeah, and I know Taraji like I’m baby boy
And I fuck with Weezy and I’m Baby boy
Yeah we the Army, better yet the Navy, boy

[Hook: French Montana + Drake]
Sippin’ on the drank, sippin’ on the drank
Sippin’ on the drank, I ain’t tryna think
All about the mula, all about the mula
Word to the bird, I ain’t never take her fur shoppin’
Sippin’ on the drank, sippin’ on the drank
Sippin’ on the drank, I ain’t tryna think
All about the mula, all about the mula
Word to the bird, I ain’t never take her fur shoppin’

[Outro: French Montana]
The birds want rings and tings, you know
But we’ll never take the bird shoppin’, you know
Still, you already dun know
Big up, Six God
Haaaan, skrrt, skrrt!