Misfortunate Causes from 6 by Drake

“Misfortunate Causes” is a hard-hitting hip-hop/rap joint from Richard, blending street grit with a defiant, almost prophetic energy. Over a dark, trap-heavy beat with pulsing bass and eerie synths, Richard unleashes a torrent of unfiltered bars about rising above betrayal, fake friends, and a broken system. He’s stacking cash to the moon, dodging drama, and claiming his spot as an untouchable force—calling out overconfident “scrotums” and gimmicks while flexing his independence and vision. The track’s raw, explosive vibe peaks with a relentless outro, hammering “dead it, nigga” like a battle cry, pushing for clarity and civilization in a chaotic world. It’s Richard at his most real, a soundtrack for anyone cutting through life’s bullshit with no apologies.

Tracklist

4.	Misfortunate Causes	3:46

Lyrics

Currency abundant, financially I’m psychic

Corporate dreamers, I’m independent, no side kick

Ms. Adele, put a spell, yeah, I’m monument

Break the news, unshakeable element

Yeah, they can tell I’m blessing to everyone environments

Whispered hymns, closed doors, I’m a sacrament

Never lament on a shitty government

Focused on tossing’s out my G’s to the management

Yeah, l dipped the scene, precious motha fken moments

Old friends, overconfident acting like some motha f*ken scrotums

I returned, they over flexed in correspondence

I stepped back to manifest, this is not coincidence

Thriller, highest in the zone while I’m selling

She came from the gram, daddy’s girl is out here rebelling

She got a next one, end game, I’m Z, like I’m Rob, no tellin’

Inner dwelling in my matrix, passion and pain but never shelling

Came out this bitch, like old yeller fken yelling

Navigate this game, take off, NASA propelling

Yeah, crypt full of notes in a different spelling

International money, to the f*en moon and back

Moved from fuck shit, yeah, 1.5 in the bag

Clutch hand, swishas, clocks bein’ beat

Road to redemption, star studded, Ottawa retreats

Said call her Diamond, but I’m da one they can’t defeat

Tear drops over silly arguments, take a fken seat

Chuckles at dramatics, my reality moves at different speed

Environment full of players, supposed shooters and slayers

Light a forehead with a red dot, yeah, we holy, I ain’t talking prayers

Surveyors chat like they on to something gracious

Waste time on gossip while I look for some’ spacious

Hard asset in my name, no refrain I envisioned it

Chef on Mac, no gat, still out here dishing shit

Serve em a clean plate, Kobe beef, what’s the rate

Gimmicks think we enemies, but drama fucken aged

F**k em, I had to turn page, read it, nigga

They ain’t shit to the god, low wage and dread it, nigga

Squashed the D boy, opened cage? I can’t let it, nigga

I’m mosaic, got a set of laws in my rage, they fled it, nigga

Test the god, you gon’ see life at slow pace, dead it, nigga

I said dead it, nigga

Dead it nigga, I said, dead it nigga

Cause when I say it, I spray it, it’s like yo I slay it

I make it, I may it, maybe I could make it

Be great and,

Get civilized, nigga, get civilized, nigga,

Get civilized, nigga

Credits

from 6, released October 19, 2024

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