Drake In Real Life

I get a text from Drake at 12:34 AM.

“Where you at? Come to my crib.”

The Boy—as much of his team refers to him—is having a party tonight. The guard at the entrance to his gated Hidden Hills neighborhood tells me that Drake has reached his limit on guests for the evening. Even with an invite, access to Drake’s home requires effort.

“Fuckkk. Man, I’m coming for you.”

Seconds later, a black, heavily-tinted Escalade arrives at the gate. The driver rolls down the window and calls out my name.

The SUV makes it to Drake’s estate and pulls into the driveway. I see a basketball court, foreign cars sitting in a garage and a crowd of women standing by a side door, waiting to check their phones with security. I get out and prepare to do the same when a member of security calls out my name, escorts me to the front of the line, and into the house.

I walk up a single flight of stairs to the kitchen. The aesthetic inside is warm—earth tones, with lots of wood. The lighting has a neon glow that makes reds look orange and blues look purple. There’s Drake, posted up against a nook in the corner of the kitchen. He’s wearing an all red OVO sweatsuit with gold owl embroidery. Individuals famous for their own work within or association with this operation—40, Chubbs, OB O’Brien, Ryan—are in the vicinity.

Drake greets me like he’s known me for a decade. It’s a casual weekday night, but the spread on the counter adjacent looks like the catering at a Fortune 500 company’s holiday party. Raekwon is sitting at the island that holds all of this food. He’s rolling a blunt. When Drake is surrounded by friends, the vibe is a bit like the “funny guy” scene in Goodfellas. Rambunctious laughter is intermittent. Drake might rap, “I haven’t had a good time in a long time,” but you wouldn’t know that from looking at him tonight.

He offers me a drink and we make our way into the next room, across it and to the bar. The energy of the space follows Drake. He is the energy. Bystanders are visibly thrilled when he walks past. His presence is always noted. His needs are always tended to. This night really puts “I use a walkie-talkie just to get a beverage” into perspective. Drake is the boss.

We saunter behind the bar and talk for a while—20 minutes or so. This feels like an eternity in Drake World, where seldom a moment passes that someone doesn’t try to get his attention. There’s business to discuss. There are people to meet. There are women lingering nearby who jump in to introduce themselves whenever they sense a lull in the conversation, but there aren’t many. I’m downing Jack Daniel’s on the rocks. Drake is drinking beer. I think it’s a Lagunitas IPA, but I can’t be certain. The point is, he’s keeping it chill. We’re not guzzling from vintage bottles of Dom, though several of those line one of the shelves at his bar.

“If Kanye wasn’t in Armenia, he’d be here right now. He comes by all the time. He just bought a house, like, five houses down from me.”

The last time I was at Coachella, I saw Kanye. Four years ago. It’s the stuff of legend by now. Yeezy wore a Céline women’s blouse, absolutely destroyed the festival and gave one of the best performances of his career. The pressure is on Drake to do exactly that this weekend, since he currently occupies the number one spot that Kanye did in 2011. His own headlining Coachella gig is in four days. Everyone expects a career-defining set.

I’ve been watching Nirvana’s Reading 1992 performance a lot lately. It’s the one where Kurt comes out in a wheelchair, wearing a hospital gown and bodies everything. Drake is a fan of the performance too. I tell him that this Coachella set has to be equally transcendent. What’s his 2Pac hologram going to be?

“We’re bringing out Madonna.”

His excitement is palpable. He sort of half-punches the air with confidence when revealing the news. I’m one of twelve people who still likes Madonna, so it sounds like a great idea to me. Admittedly, the Weekend 2 surprise that he shares sounds much better.

Spending time at Drake’s residence feels how I imagine spending time at Neverland Ranch felt in 1991. Like Michael Jackson that year, Drake is working on his eighth musical project, Views From The 6. If the implicit paranoia of his most recent opus, If You’re Reading This It’s Too Late, is any indication, Drake knows that this is a crucial juncture in his career. He’s reached the level of fame when the audience’s enthusiasm can lead to fatigue.

For Drake to avoid backlash, his next album must mark a departure from the sound that's brought him worldwide acclaim. It’s similar to what Jackson did by embracing hip-hop and new jack swing on Dangerous. This is a fact Drake acknowledges on Too Late's "No Tellin," rapping, "I had to switch the flow up on you niggas, shit was getting too predictable."

The topic of our talk switches to Drake’s upcoming fourth album. He only has two songs finished that he likes. One is a collaboration with Beyoncé that he recorded a while ago. The other is a song that he expects to inspire a paradigm shift. His days of releasing lay-up bangers that everyone loves right away are over. For now.

Views From The 6 needs to shock listeners just as much as it needs to impress them. I compare it to what Kanye did on his own fourth album, 808s & Heartbreak. Drake agrees and, as if to reinforce that notion, he tells me that Boi-1da said he needs to listen to the non-Beyoncé song a few more times before he can decide whether it’s good or not. It appears that Drake is ready to deviate from his winning formula and get a little weird.

The rest of the night is a blur. We talk about the Jungle tour. We talk about not calling our mothers often enough. At some point, I stand on his grand piano to rap the first verse of “Energy.” Winnie Harlow approves. Security does not.

Drake has impossibly high expectations to meet at Coachella in a few days, and with his next album in the months after that, but I don’t sense any trepidation on his part. Massive speakers fill the house with a steady stream of Future and Rae Sremmurd, next to practically every song from If You’re Reading This It’s Too Late and some unreleased Drake records.

Observing an artist while their own song is playing is fascinating. At times, he raps along like there’s a fire burning inside of him. Other times, he seems oblivious. I’m looking at Drake the Person while simultaneously listening to Drake the Rapper. As notoriously honest as he is in his music, it’s difficult to tell where one ends and the other begins, if there’s any distinction between those two personas at all.

This, more than anything else, is what makes Drake the most thoroughly modern of all rappers. He is the manifestation of the dilemma of the person you present to the world, and the person you are at home, or in your head. The guy who walks around politely checking on everyone at his party is the same one who can’t wait to let his new Beretta go.

Soon enough, it’s 5 AM. I have to go create content for a multi-billion dollar tech company in Culver City in a few hours. After work, I stop by the OVO pop-up in the Undefeated space on La Brea and get a hat. Drake’s in Indio doing his Coachella soundcheck. Later that night, I send a text telling him to check out “Broke Boi” by Playboi Carti, then I pass out on a couch.


Coachella is the Finesse Olympics, and the artist wristband is its gold medal. Without one, you’re forced to mingle with neon basic bros. With one, the world is yours.

I’m on the road to Indio early this Friday morning to claim mine. My friend who’s driving is on the same mission. He secured an artist wristband last night by direct messaging Lil B. I have a general admission wristband that I got for free at SXSW, but I anticipate charming a will call employee into giving me an artist wristband like I did the last time I was here. Drake says he'll get me one, but I don’t feel like calling in that favor just yet.

I quickly find out just how much Coachella’s increasingly high profile has hindered the finesse. Without my name on any list, my attempt at charming festival employees is a failure and I watch with envy as my friend gleefully tightens the cornflower blue artist pass around his wrist. I immediately fall into a pit of depression. It isn’t my character to put so much stock into this type of faux important nonsense. I prefer to be with the masses at 99% of shows, but backstage Coachella FOMO is the worst kind of FOMO. If the opportunity to cross paths with Kendall Jenner is within reach, I’d like to capitalize on it.

To combat this disappointment, I pop a pill that a New York friend gave me earlier that morning when I dropped off my bags at the crash pad that I'm staying at this weekend. I try to remain optimistic. Perhaps I'll just be the anti-exclusive rebel who swags out GA.

By the time I get into the festival, I have zero reservations about not having an artist pass. I’m rolling face, the euphoria of all the patrons is contagious and I’m immediately watching excellent sets from Vic Mensa, Action Bronson, Azealia Banks and, best of all, Lil B. Moshing to “Like A Martian” with a thousand eager teens is worth the price of admission alone. Like the great prophet Ja Rule once said, "Let's get the party crackin’ right here; fuck VIP.”

This enthusiasm fades once the MDMA wears off and enough people hit me up asking if I'm backstage. I have to finesse, so I swallow my pride and the Drake text goes out: "Everyone I know has an artist pass. I'm stranded in GA like a bum. Any way your people can put me down." He responds promptly:

"Yeah full name on ID"

An hour later, I'm back at will call and the artist pass is mine. Finesseeeeeerrr. I slide it onto my wrist with glory. The squad I'm rolling with has theirs. "Glo up" and its derivatives are used incessantly. We go to this beautiful desert crib that Chance, the Rapper's manager, Pat, is staying at and drink a few beers while blasting music. The term “it’s lit” is overused.

Back at the festival, I run into Ezra Koenig and Alana Haim on the VIP lawn during AC/DC. The fourth Vampire Weekend record is coming, so Ezra relates to the dilemma Drake is facing with Views From The 6. We’ve spoken about it before. To be honest, I stole the Michael Jackson analogy from Ezra. He brought it up at dinner in NYC several months ago.

(Which, by the way, doesn't it seem like Dangerous is MJ's fourth album? I don’t feel like his solo career really starts until Off The Wall. It's kind of like the debate about whether good kid, m.A.A.d city is Kendrick Lamar's first album, or his third.)

We make more small talk about fourth albums and Drake then I say something embarrassing about Taylor Swift to Alana before waltzing over to Alesso's set. The EDM scene is alive and well. This Swedish motherfucker has the Sahara tent turnt. Day one of Coachella is a wrap.

I sneak onto a shuttle bus with aforementioned New York friend on my way out. Me and her squad smoke a joint in their hot tub when we get back to the crib. Everyone drifts off to bed.


The next morning, I take a bunch of shrooms before noon and hop in an Uber. There aren't many acts that I want to or need to see until later, so I post up on a couch in the artist lounge area. I mooch weed from 50-year-old rock dads. I trip balls. I charge my phone.

Like every great mushroom trip, there's a moment of agonizing stomach pain where I overanalyze the fact that I'm poisoning myself for leisure, but it passes and I head off to see some live music.

I watch Hozier from side stage. I lose my mind at Run the Jewels and kick myself for sleeping on them. I meet up with old college friends and mob out at the Do Lab. I meet up with current New York friends and mob out at Tyler, the Creator.

I have vague plans to meet Drake at The Weeknd, but I'm high, with friends and I don't feel like wearing out my welcome and texting this dude every five minutes, so it doesn't happen. I check out Axwell ^ Ingrosso and, as I’m leaving, I have one of those moments that makes artist passes worth the thousands for which scalpers are able to sell them.

I pass a woman in an ankle-length, powder blue coat. She's wearing sunglasses, smoking a blunt and her specter is intoxicating. I perform a very thirsty 180-degree turn when I realize that it's Rihanna. I walk up and tap her from behind: "Yo, you're a goddess." She assesses my general desperateness with one glance, silently ashes her blunt on the palm tree between us, turns back around and walks off without saying a word.

I’m scheming on my next move. Some homies text me about a dinner with Drake. They slide the address. I have a plan.

Uber and cab lines are insane. By the time I get in either, the dinner party will be over. Here's another situation I have to finesse.

I walk at least a mile up the road outside the festival looking for stray cabs while trying to order an Uber. Neither method is effective, but I spot a Papa John's delivery guy driving out of a gated community and wave him down. He's down to whip me over to the restaurant Drake's at for some extra money.

The place is called The Nest. Escalades and security line the entrance. It's well after midnight, but OVO has clearly taken over the establishment for an after-hours, "tell 'em I'ma need reservations for 20" type of setting. Thankfully, security remembers me from the other night.

I don't even see Drake at first. My homies are aux cord DJing and I ask them to play "Broke Boi." I've met Oliver, one of the masterminds behind OVO, several times and we catch up for a minute. Then someone gets my attention and points over to Drake. He motions for me to come over. I pull up a seat next to him, OB, Ryan and a woman who shall remain nameless.

The first thing I ask Drake is what he thinks of “Broke Boi.”

“It’s hard.”

Considering that his Coachella performance is less than 24 hours away, I follow-up with, "Are you ready?" He asks me the same. I let him know that I'd like to run on-stage and wild out for "Know Yourself" if that's an option, just like Dancing Tony did during Nirvana's Reading gig.

"I will literally dedicate a portion of OVO Fest to Dancing Ernest."

I'm holding him to that.

Tyler, the Creator actually gave me waves of Nirvana at his set a few hours ago when he intentionally goofed parts of "Yonkers" just like Kurt did with "Smells Like Teen Spirit" at Reading, and many other gigs. I don't know why I'm fixated on the Nirvana thing. I guess I just genuinely want Drake to have a moment on that level. Coachella is a big deal. It's an opportunity to make history. And that's cooler than seeing someone fuck up.

I've seen incredible Drake concerts before. Would You Like A Tour? Last year’s OVO Fest. Drake vs Wayne. I've seen him perform an underwhelming set too. I tell him how, after Summer Jam 2010, I thought he was a better recording artist than performer. That’s changed. Five years later, he’s just as good on stage as he is in headphones.

I ask Drake why he isn't streaming the performance. He's going to now. It will be announced tomorrow. I won't go into the details, but essentially, he wasn't getting his way over something with the festival organizers, so he held out, then before he got his way and from the expression on his face, it’s evident that this victory brings him immense satisfaction.

Drake asks me if they’ve announced the Jungle tour yet. They haven’t. I realize how insulated he can be from minor details like the timing of tour announcements. The boss doesn’t know what’s happening minute-to-minute with every racket. He just calls the shots and collects the money. I tell him that I plan on writing about my experiences around him this weekend.

“That’s cool. But you have to do one thing. Make sure to mention that I had chicken in my pasta, not Italian sausage. I’m kidding. I just hope you like the show.”

Drake’s uncle shows up. I never ask if this is the uncle from “Look What You’ve Done,” “Started From The Bottom” and “Too Much.” Instead, I spend the rest of the night loitering outside around P Reign, bumming Belmont cigarettes off Ryan. I haven’t had these Canadian exclusives since the last time I was in Toronto. They’re really the best thing I’ve ever tasted.

It’s late. Drake is leaving. He takes photos with restaurant staff, shares goodbyes with everyone in the room and gets ready to rest up for one of the most important days of his life. I keep the party going and Uber over to this house party Jeremy Scott is throwing a couple of miles away. The door is stupid, but I walk in like Ernest Baker and it’s fine.

Diplo and Skrillex are DJing. I talk to Virgil Abloh. I see Ezra again. I try to bum a cigarette from Zoe Kravitz, but she doesn’t have any left. I run into old friends. I run into new friends. I hear Katy Perry was here earlier. This is completely useless, but it’s awesome.

I get home at some ridiculous hour and spend the better part of Sunday passed out.


I wake up sporadically throughout the day, mostly when the people I’m staying with rally and head out to the festival. All of a sudden, it’s 7 PM and I’m still in boxers on the couch. Last night, Drake mentioned the possibility of linking up before the show. In the first attempt to get my life together, I shoot a text to see what he’s up to.

“I’ll see you after the show. I’m just in that zone.”

I’m at Coachella by 9 PM. It’s fully dark outside. It’s a different, more debaucherous festival at night. Drake is scheduled to go on at 10:15. I spend the first hour sneaking some friends into the artist viewing area so they can watch Drake’s set close up. Then I ditch them because I’d like to at least try going to backstage for Drake’s set, even though I don’t have the special whatever the fuck you need. I spot some more friends on the way over and we stand around with Chance, the Rapper, Vic Mensa and their respective entourages, plotting. Everyone wants to go backstage, but it almost doesn’t seem worth it. I decide to try my luck.

My luck has run out. No amount of texts or selfies with Drake that I show festival security convinces them that I’m supposed to be backstage, but I wait it out and look for an opportunity to finesse because that’s what you do in these situations.

In the meantime, Usher and his people walk in. I see a lot of not-as-famous-as-Usher famous people getting denied. I understand why Justin Bieber had problems at this gate. I push my luck again and mid-argument with security, someone from OVO walks up and shouts, “Ernest is good!” and hands me an all-access laminate adorned with If You’re Reading This It’s Too Late cover art on one side and the 6 God insignia on the other.

There’s a little pre-party going on in this private area off to the side of the main stage. There’s an open bar. There’s a lot of celebrities. At one point, Drake stands in the doorway of his trailer, surveying the scene, then disappears back inside. Security sweeps everyone except for OVO members out to the artist viewing area.

The team isn’t religious with it, but they form what you could call a prayer circle around Drake. Drake says some motivational lines about how everyone on the team is so good at what they do. For them, tonight is like any other night they spent preparing for this moment back in Toronto. There just happens to be thousands more people watching this time around.

Drake strolls to the stage like a boxer walking to the ring. Chants and cheers come from all directions. At side stage, another small huddle forms and he raps a few lines from “Energy” before the opening notes of “Legend” ring off and he walks out to resounding applause. Now, side stage is closed and most of us are escorted over to some type of extra special VIP. To put it into context, I’m watching the show next to Future, The Weeknd, Big Sean, David Guetta, will.i.am and Tyler, the Creator.

There’s a lurking suspicion that this isn’t going over as well as the past several times I’ve seen Drake perform, but it’s not going poorly by any stretch of the imagination. People are amped, it’s just not necessarily the historical moment that everyone wanted it to be. But I still like Drake’s music. And I’m hearing it live. And it’s fun. I’m not plugged into what my timeline is saying. I’m running up and down the aisles rapping “10 Bands.”


Later, at Drake’s post-Coachella bash, the atmosphere is intensely positive. A who’s who of the entertainment industry is at the home he’s been staying at in Indio, congratulating him on the performance, sheltering him from whatever criticisms are permeating thinkpiece drafts at this very moment.

Something tells me that Drake already knows the tone the media is about to take with his Coachella debut. Maybe he’s already caught wind of some hate. We have an interaction at the party where I give him a compliment about the set, but he isn’t totally receptive. No matter how many superstars tell Drake that he killed it tonight, there’s this hesitation in his mannerisms which suggests that he doesn’t totally believe that.

The tide is slowly turning against Drake. Every icon gets to this point. The top becomes more of a battle than a party, and for Drake to remain firmly supplanted in this coveted position, he will have to fight for it. If he survives, that’s what will make him a legend.

Moments like this—when the people get antsy for a regime shift—are why I assume Drake writes lyrics like, “I need you to take my mind off being in my prime.” Shit’s stressful. No one gets to enjoy unchallenged supremacy for too long. Drake rose to the top because he was the underdog and it was gratifying to see him succeed. Now, he’s the top dog and for many it would be just as gratifying to see him fall off.

I don’t want that. Being around Drake has reinforced that he is a real person, an actual human being—more than just a meme for public consumption. Maybe I’m empathetic because we share similar stories and background. Maybe it’s because he’s a young, ambitious black man. I relate to that. I can’t help but to be happy for the guy.

Yes, I’ve seen better Drake shows, but this weekend’s reality check was a welcomed one. Ladies and gentlemen, you have your arc. How will Drake redeem himself next weekend? Will the world still stop the next time he drops new music? The plot thickens.


Three days after Coachella, I’m at a house party in Malibu. It’s a celebration hosted by Drake’s tour manager, Jamil. As fate would have it, I cross paths with Drake in a crowded corridor. We’ve been texting about the performance. Going online must be part of his day because he’s read some of the takedowns. The consensus is his Weekend 2 performance needs to be better.

“I took an L for the first time. I just have to reassess what went wrong with my judgment.”

But legends don’t sweat. Drake doesn’t have to be more cautious, just more calculated. He hasn’t felt the pressure in a little while, but he hasn’t wasted any time getting used to it either.

This is where Drake’s story really gets interesting.

Ernest Baker is a writer living in New York. Follow him on Twitter here.

  • Blanchard de Nazi


    • Rust

      The writer is super corny, including that awful bit about how he wakes up and smokes shrooms.

      • Ceelo-psybin

        Haha wait he said that? Psilocybin breaks down at high temps, that’s why you can only either eat em or make tea.

        • ernest baker

          I ate them. Dude is making up reasons to be be mad :)

          • Rust

            Nah, I just think randomly mentioning what drugs you took is really unnecessary and cringey. I mean, lots of this article was great, but then the “whoa dude I’m just an edgy stoned gonzo journalist hanging out with famous people” thing was a bit overplayed. I’m not mad. Like I said, you made some great points regarding Drake and his music, just some parts I could have done without. Just an opinion.

          • ernest baker

            but i am just an edgy stoned gonzo journalist hanging out with famous people

          • Rust

            Eat any shrooms today?

          • MflockaRoss

            or it explains his perception of shit..?

          • Rust

            iTs aLL aboUt tHe perCeptiOn maaaaaaaaaaaaaannnn

          • Thebe

            Your opinion is wrong and is getting ethered into the next millenium.

          • Rust

            Why do you name yourself after a rapper? Come up with your own shit. Nothing got “ethered” you cliché ridden fuck. A stoner blogger and you disagree with me, that’s not my idea of an “ether”

          • Ceelo-psybin

            Yea i just read that. Props bruv. I can see how this article can make ppl wanna be mad, what’s the opposite of schadenfreude? Great reporting

          • ceeza

            how old are you ? seriously.. eating shrooms is some sophomore in college shit.. cornball.

    • John dries

      Don’t you mean he’s a poofter that cannot rap for shit bro

  • http://mostlyjunkfood.com/ marc heilbrunn

    four pins has the weakest comment section on the internet!!!! eat some breakfast first

    • Ben Friedlander

      I love you marc.

  • http://mostlyjunkfood.com/ marc heilbrunn

    can’t believe you left out that Drake casually introduced you to Raekwon as ‘my idol Ernest Baker’

    • IM730

      where did you read that?

      • http://mostlyjunkfood.com/ marc heilbrunn

        i witnessed first hand, raekwon was eating couscous and smoking backwoods sitting at drake’s marble kitchen island

    • alex hancock

      yeah marc where did you read that

      • http://mostlyjunkfood.com/ marc heilbrunn

        i saw it happen in drake’s kitchen

        • alex hancock

          marc you need to write a behind the scenes t-piece

    • AntiMarc

      Yea marc you stupid idiot. We collectively hate you.

      • http://mostlyjunkfood.com/ marc heilbrunn

        suck my dick

        • John dries

          Yo sure you didn’t sux he dick fore him bro we’ll you said that yo got in vided up there so must wanted something in return man

    • John dries

      Amazing they didn’t get married the to poofter

  • C

    this is wild. people who hate are just jealous. yeah its a lot of name dropping but that’s the story. it’s not made up. next time use Tim Larew’s name though.

  • realtrehunnaJR Bow

    you corny as fuck for walking up to Rihanna and saying “Yo, you’re a goddess.”

    • ernest baker

      I know. Fail.

      • http://maxedcc.tumblr.com/ MaxedCC

        Either compliment, but not overly compliment, or ask them if they’re another celebrity. I like the latter.

        • ernest baker

          I would have been obnoxious and said something about how we actually talked later at Drake’s party and my intro was literally “Hey you curved me crazy yesterday” but I liked her better as this character who makes a brief appearance and just embarrasses me real quick

  • fuccmoi


    • ina

      This piece is corny trash. This is right up there with the Chris Evans and Channing Tatum GQ profiles(look them up) where the girls that hung out with the actors basically fell in love with them.. Dude acted like he was in love with Drake and jizzing that he got to be fake bros with him for the weekend.. all access sucks when the writer turns into a groupie fangirl. The name dropping and drug references made it even worse. this was written like a high schooler at coachella. you were high and said something lame to rihanna. wow cool story ya goofie.. and who eats shrooms still after college? that shit is gross.

  • Ghost Of Len Bias

    Ernest does with his writing what talented artists do with their art: They place you in their setting, their mindset. I felt the Lit-ness.

    • Cindy

      Drake is garbage. He’s so gay and ugly. Whoever says his music is good is a idiot with no life.

      • Meliodas

        you sound stupid…. “he’s ugly so if you like his music you’re an idiot with no life” stfu Cindy and listen to Eminem thinking he still making dope tracks ….

        • O SKI

          She sounds like Amanda Bynes… Amanda, is that you?

    • Cindy

      Drake should go back to Canada. I want to file a report against him as a illegal alien. I’m from California and that Canadian doesn’t belong here.

    • Cindy

      People are brainwashed by the media and are possessed by the Illuminati. Drake is destroying America with his rubbish music. Stop supporting that trash can.

    • Cindy

      Stop making music and kill yourself, Drake. You deserve to be in dirt dead under the ground. I hate hearing your repetitive, garbage lyrics about strippers from Houston, Rihanna and Lil Wayne. Just die already, Drake! Get shot or something.

    • O SKI

      First time reading a Four Pins article. Ernest Baker is a talented dude. If this is the kind of writing and story telling that’s to be expected of Four Pins then sign me up… I’m in it for the long haul.

  • xoxo

    this was a good read. I’m so excited for VFT6 now!

  • yolo

    Someone’s been reading Tao Lin.

  • paradise

    No denying that Drake’s a legend.. but now I wonder if his decision to change his sound is coming a bit too late.. is he going to lose fans that fell in love with him b/c of TC, NWTS, IYRTITL? Can’t wait to see what he does though.

    • paradise

      Props to Ernest though! Love reading the articles.

    • Cindy

      Drake is the best person on Earth. He’s better than you.

      • paradise


    • MflockaRoss

      nah i bet it’ll be a kanye situation similar to yeezus, sonically people will not know what the fuck is going on and just go along with it like thats where it was supposed to go

      • paradise

        but kanye has been known to be a pioneer from the get go. he shifted the culture from gangsta rap to soul beats while wearing pink polos. change is what is expected from kanye.. he even said that he’s here to “fuck shit up”. Drake took that 808’s+Graduation formula and really mastered it.. I’m interested to see what Drake’s next move will be.. how much will he deviate from this successful formula?

  • Lavieille

    Great read.

  • solargeknowles



    It was starting to get a little formulaic after Nothing was the Same, which is funny because EVERYTHING started to be the same.

  • Bake Sale

    The game is all twisted when groupies are given space on these blogs to brag about who they rub shoulders with.

    • JV

      Right? Even worse when tje groupies are untalented.

  • Fried Frog Legs

    yo let me play drizzy one on one for some artist wristbands for weeknd two fam

  • Bri

    This was a dope ass article. I’m flying from NY tomorrow for weekend 2, I got the tickets just because Drake was headlining.. Every sentence I read made me feel more envy haha especially when you said you texted Drake to save u from GA bc I know ima be feeling like a bum in GA. Tell me the weekend 2 secret!!!!!!!!!!

  • JV

    Cheese. I know it’ll prolly be misconstrued as hate, as with every criticism nowadays, but Ernest isn’t a good writer at all. I can feel the struggle reading every sentence, akin to listening to a struggle rapper. I’m surprised this wasn’t like the rick ross debacle.

    • Cingen

      Ok cool,
      Can you post us a link to some of the stories you’ve written so that we can compare?

      • JV

        Nah i Haven’t written any. I also haven’t eaten at noma but i can tell when food’s good, idk.

        • TLT

          Well considering the majoirty of people (and his employer) disagree with your opinion of Ernest, I wouldnt trust your thoughts on food either.

  • KG

    dope read! i ain’t read a article that captured my attention in a long time like this one did

  • sam

    Dope precise article about Ernest ‘s personal experience with drake during the Coachella weekend. Fuck the haters saying he’s not a good writer obviously you have never read he’s work. I love the fact that drake knew he could have been better with his performance, hopefully better show this weekend. Great read Ernest

    • John dries

      He cannot sing for shit he songs are shit an Drakes consents a fucking Gaye to form jug in your face

      • Monica Flowers

        and you cannot write for shit…please check your grammar…!

  • SJG

    Great read. Shouts to Ernest. Drake is the Lebron of rap right now, no one comes close. See where this new album sound takes him, but ain’t nobody gonna out do that nigga with their sound or rapping, not yet anyway. Everything he drops is fire, can’t deny.

  • Tyler

    Definitely a great read. Seriously it inspired me because when I think about writing I’m never thinking about going out and having an amazing time and talking about that. This did that and maintained my interest with a nice mix of what that lifestyle is like for niggas that dont get to experience things like that.

    • Blanchard de Nazi

      Perhaps you should focus a bit more on your grammar skills if you’re thinking about becoming a writer…

      • Sakria Ali

        @barackobama123:disqus perhaps you should be a cunt?

      • KayTay09

        Assholes not welcome.

      • Jay

        Blanchard De Wave ?

    • Guest

      If you skim read as taught in school maybe you can catch the importance of the article!

  • Money Bags

    Ernest, your writing/lifestyle is inspirational. Anyone hating on anything Ernest Baker related, do us all a favor and go back to counting your food stamps. We don’t have time for peasants.

  • Cindy

    What a boring interview.

    • Money Bags

      This isn’t an interview……..

      • Cindy

        What a boring story then.

  • Cindy

    Drake is garbage.

  • Cindy

    Drake is such a legend. I want to rape and kill him so I can become famous.

  • Cindy

    Drake has fake talent. The people who say he’s good are brainwashed from the media or just joking around. Pretty soon his album sales are gonna be lower than 50 Cent’s new album…Hate on my opinion all you want. His songs are forgettable. I haven’t listened to his mixtape since a month already.

    • http://twitter.com/iSkeptic 1st view

      I mean.. he has talent. But he’s just a “of this moment” type of guy if you understand what I’m saying

    • MflockaRoss

      Ive listened since ’09 and although I thought he went off in a big way for thank me later and some other shit he has continued to put out good work. just sick that motherfuckers hear his shit pop and think thats the ONLY FUCKING SOUND. if i hear another “isssss it bad that i listen to just drake” I’m taking a vow of silence e.g. breaking my speakers.

    • Shelly

      Um, you projecting your feelings about Drake =/= fact. People like Drake because he makes music that appeals to millions of people. Simple as that.

      • John dries

        Thank god I’m skinny so you CAN keep it with fat people because the skinny one’s hate the poofter bro

  • queb

    But did you toss his salad?

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    • Monica Flowers

      Actually I did and Beyonce did too!

    • Monica Flowers

      You are really pondering the salad toss thingy aren’t…so intrigued aren’t you!

    • DatBigBootySmell

      great question…

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    • ina

      Drake is garbage. He’s so gay and ugly. Whoever says his music is good is a idiot with no life.

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  • JV

    Broke boi IS hard tho.

  • Shelly

    His set was underwhelming and I wasn’t happy to say the least when that decrepit devil forced her lips on his. I hope his second set is of better quality.

  • hvy flxr

    damn I read this like it’s the bible

    props Ernest

  • Jake E Torres

    Drake is a guilty pleasure. I always lower the radio when another car pulls up next to me.

  • http://www.cartercubed.com/ Carter Murphy

    Easily the best piece that I’ve read on Four Pins.
    Great job.

    • ceeza

      This piece is corny trash. This is right up there with the Chris Evans and Channing Tatum GQ profiles(look them up) where the girls that interviewed the actors basically fell in love with them.. Dude acted like he was in love with Drake and jizzing that he got to be fake bros with him for the weekend.. all access sucks when the writer turns into a groupie fangirl. The name dropping and drug references made it even worse. who eats shrooms still after college? shit is gross.

      • John dries

        I told you that he was a poofter bro

      • O SKI

        Damn, you a hater…

        • ceeza

          he texted drake. drake texted back. omg. he had a drink with drake. it was the best tasting drink. he bummed a cig off of drakes friend . it was the best tasting cig ever. he did some hard drugs. they were the best hard drugs ever. he bummed a ride to an after party. it was the best bummed ride ever. he had to finesse his way into a party. it was the best party finesse ever. he said something corny to rihanna. it was the best corniest thing ever said.

          we learned nothing of any substance or new about drake. we learned that the writer is a groupie. it felt like a goofie friend recounting his drunken night the next day freshmen year of college. and as always it was “THE BEST NIGHT EVER”! this was really not good pal.

  • Amardeep

    This piece is tight notwithstanding the fact that Ernest is a Madonna fan

  • Carolyn

    Lovely narrative. Very honest and visceral. I’m looking forward to reading more of your work. Despite the jaded masses, I have unconditional respect for Drake. Glad to see that he’s well represented here.

  • James Bobo

    Damn good read.

  • Cindy

    Drake should get his head chopped off. He’s so fake and he pretends he’s something he’s not. I saw that faggot in person and that nice guy image is fake. I don’t know why people like him. He’s a try hard and he was a virgin before Degrassi. He obviously had no female attention before he was on TV. He looks retarded.

    • Blou

      “he was a virgin before degrassi” bitch he was 15 when he started degrassi…. no shit

  • http://dressedupindetroit.com/ Detroit Steve

    Great read. If I can fire through it before 8am, after only one 32oz black coffee it’s gotta be good. Props, Ernest.

  • Rena

    This was a great read. I will watch out for whatever you write Ernest.

  • James Bennett

    Is there really any need for so much name dropping lmao like they care about who u are.

  • ceeza

    tl;dr did yo tell him is show was trash? kanye(coachella) and chance(lollapalooza) have had the only two great rap festival performances in the last 10 years. Tupac hologram was a gimmick albeit a great gimmick so that Dr Dre Snoop performance takes number 3. Drake performance was tridashhh.

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  • meow

    Ernest, you keep doing you.

  • Nah

    what’s an L? LSD?

    • anon

      a loss

  • https://twitter.com/MaxAWalker Max Walker

    Why didn’t you address the botched Madonna kiss? Good read.

  • guerillajones

    good read…

  • JimmyBarter

    why should I keep juugin all these broke bois :(

  • melissa

    i wanna know the female who was at dinner.

  • Andrew

    Epic. Well done Ernest.

  • Ronnie Phantom

    Drake offered you a drink but no hookah? some host smh

  • tru

    you’re playing yourself in such a transparent way. each time i read your journalism, i become less impressed with the institutions that back you. all this is fanboyhood mixed with name dropping in an attempt to establish yourself as equals to the people you’re so freely naming in your writing. stay in your lane, you’re a “journalist.” act like it.

    • Monica Flowers

      Obviously if you skim read like taught in school then you could catch the point of the article!

    • O SKI

      There was a lot of name dropping and pretentiousness to this piece but that’s all part of that life. I’m usually not interested in all the bs but this piece was written with such truth and realness that I felt like I was right there with Ernest the whole time. He killed it with this article. Def a talented writer.

  • http://mostlyjunkfood.com/ marc heilbrunn

    pretty cool how the lead picture is a picture of thomas morton taking a picture of drake shoutout thomas morton aka vice nerd

  • BagOfDicks

    Protip: you’re not nearly as important as you think you are. We get it – you sucked Drake’s dick and tickled his balls. Get over the crush, bruh.

  • barry

    Well written and very honest article.
    And don’t worry about those who didn’t like it, they are Drake-haters, so they won’t like anything you write about Drake that’s honest.

  • barry

    Those who didn’t like it are fake and they don’t like anyone who can be themselves and succeed as it goes for Drake and the writter of this article.

  • Mez D

    Cool article, Broke Boi isn’t a good song though the beat doesn’t even knock. I don’t see a party going up to that.

  • John dries

    He a poofter for a singer

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  • TheAnsible

    Your life sounds awesome. But you should never sleep on Run the Jewels.

    • London Calling

      This is gonna be wildly unpopular but I find them, dare I say it, overrated. And yes, I’ve been aware (and a fan) of Killer Mike for years. The hype wasn’t justified on this occasion, for me:-/

  • http://fameone.tumblr.com/ Brandon Saunders

    Ernest is a fantastic writer.

  • HoldenMonaro

    sounds like this guy really loves drake. i gave up after about 6 paragraphs, is he talking about drake from the drake and josh show?

  • jacob

    someone is kissing aubreys ass big time .

  • Mr. Misanthropy

    this human thinks he’s a musician.

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  • Cindy

    I hope Drake dies. He’s such a faggot with no talent. Why are people obsessed with these stupid celebrities?

  • London Calling

    Awesome read. Always a welcome read from Ernest. Love the shameless name dropping, too lmao!

  • Cindy

    Everybody hates Drake…

  • Cindy

    Drake is so gay and ugly and his songs are garbage. Whoever says his music is good is a idiot with no life.

  • http://www.yorapper.com yorapper

    You left out the part where you gave hed to Drake.

    Just kidding.

    Good shit.

  • fastcarsfasterwomen

    Why does any of this even matter? Drake cant rap no fucking way!!

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    rappers are not accountable;
    People are?


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    whatsup w/ this dude and the word “finesse”

    also: did he really have to put his drug use into this story, kind of a turn-off.

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  • Blay Bhompson

    Thank you, Ernest. Inspirational from start to finish.

  • Amonoff

    Drake is the best rapper of this generation. I only wish I could get to meet him. He’s my role model, since I rap too and I just want to be like him, or even better than him. But still, he always inspires me alot! Speaking from Kenya, Nairobi. I’m your biggest fan in Africa!!!! Champagnepapi

  • amoboff

    Drake is the best rapper

  • amonoff

    I think drake is the best rapper alive in this generation. Hands down, he’s my role model. I’m always on the internet waiting to hear what new music he has, what he’s upto cause he keeps it real. I hope one day I meet him. From Kenya. Nairobi. Your biggest fan in Africa!!!

  • Jack Perry

    i like pie…just sayin’.

    And cake too…anyone else for CAKE???!!!

  • Tony Trucano

    Is Drake beta?

  • Aurora Terra Hobden

    Oh that’s interesting but I love Drake so it doesn’t matter, doesn’t bother me!

  • The Boy

    The only reason this Drake concert wasn’t insane is because the boy started Legend.

    Drake, If You’re Reading This It Isn’t Too Late for Coachella Weekend 2, start with BANGERS FAM:

    1. 0 to 100
    2. Versace Remix
    3. Know Yourself
    4.Start from the bottom….NOW WE HERE
    5. Trophies.

    ****The crowd will be euphoric***

    (Just a suggestions, you got a catalog full of bangers boy, Just Do it like Nike and you will start a forrest fire in the desert bruh bruh)

    I promise you the crowd will lose their fucking shit.

  • http://KSMB.com Tom Mitchell

    Good stuff Mr. Baker. Keep rockin’.

  • Chris

    Omg who cares. He s just a man. Just a lil more money but just a man

  • Yoni Gebru

    Drake wrote this