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.
Drake leaned back, his mind drifting. He thought about the days before the 50 billion streams and the private jets. He remembered the feeling of being a "Broke Boy" in a world of giants, back when he was sending verses to Puff Daddy only to have them scrapped, or when Soulja Boy was accusing him of stealing the very flow that made him a star. The Ghost of the Past Drake Broke Boy
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 Suddenly, the SUV pulled up to a familiar,