เพลง 6PM In New York

6PM In New York - Drake

Yeah yeah oh you gotta love it

Oh you got oh you gotta love it

I heard what circulated let's get to the bottom of it

I told 1da send me something and I got it covered

Somehow always rise above it

Why you think I got my head in the clouds on my last album cover

The game is all mine and I'm mighty possessive

Lil Wayne could not have found him a better successor

Every shot you see them take at me They all contested

Allen Iverson shoe deal these niggas all in question

Last night I went to sleep wanted more

Tried to decide what direction I should go towards

Some nights I wish I could go back in life

Not to change sh*t just to feel a couple things twice

28 at midnight wonder what's next for me

Longevity wonder how long they'll check for me

Prolly forever if I stay in my zone

I speak on this generation but can't change it alone

I heard a lil lil homie talking reckless in Vibe

Quite a platform you chose you shoulda kept it inside

Oh you tried it's so childish calling my name on the world stage

You need to act your age and not your girl's age

It gets worse by the annual my career's like a how to manual

So I guess it's understandable man

Oh you gotta love it you gotta love it cheer

I know rappers that call Paparazzi to come and get 'em

To show they outfits off guess they need the attention

I remember when it used to be music that did it

But then again times have changed man who are we kiddin'

I'm managed by my friends that I grew up with

I'd rather give that 15% to people I f**k with

If me and Future hadn't made it with this rappin'

We prolly be out in Silicon tryna get our billions on

But here we are yeah

Lately I feel the haters eatin' away at my confidence

They scream out my failures and whisper my accomplishments

B**ches alter my message like we have words

And stories bout my life hit the net like a bad serve

Bitter women I'm overtextin' are PMSing crazy this year

F**kin' with my image

I've been tryna reach to you so I can save 'em this year

F**k it I guess I gotta wait til next year

And I heard someone say something that stuck with me a lot

Bout how we need protection from those protectin' the block

Nobody lookin' out for nobody

Maybe we should try and help somebody or be somebody

Instead of bein' somebody that makes the news

So everybody can tweet about it

And then they start to RIP about it

And four weeks later nobody even speaks about it

Damn I just had to say my piece about it

Oh you gotta love it

But they scared of the truth so back to me showin' out in public

That's a hotter subject

I've been whippin' Mercedes and ni**a try to budget

I gotta make it back to Memphis to check on my cousins

Shout out to Ashley Biama Julia Ericka Southern America

Part of my heritage pardon my arrogance part in my hair again

That's that comeback flow comeback flow

Once I start it's apparent

I wanted a girl whose a** is so big that's partly embarrassin'

But f**k all the blushin' and f**k your discussions

And f**k all the judgement

Your content so aggressive lately what's irkin' you

Sh*t is gettin' so personal in your verses too

I wanna prove that I'm number one over all these niggas

Bein' number two is just being the first to lose

My city dictated music nobody seein' us

Winter here already but somehow I'm heatin' up

Been observin' the game and felt like I've seen enough

Let's drop a tape on these niggas then we'll see what's up

Yea boy you rappin' like you seen it all

You rappin' like the throne should be the three of ya'll

"Best I Ever Had" seems like a decade ago

Decadent flow and I still got a decade to go

Oh please take at ease where's the love and the peace

Why you rappin' like you come from the streets

I got a backyard where money seems to come from the trees

And I'm never ever scared to get some blood on my leaves

Phantom slidin' like the sh*t just hit a puddle of grease

I cook the beef well done on the double with cheese

Special order for anybody that's comin' for me

Sh*t you probably flinch if somebody sneeze

You see they got me back talk like it's just 40 Oli and me

Cuttin' all loose ends I be the barber for free

I'm almost at four minutes going off on the beat

Feel like I'm in the Malibu that had the cloth on the seats

Man oh you gotta love it

And on top of that it's getting harder to eat

Rappers downgrading houses

Putting cars on the lease

To think labels said they had a problem marketing me

And now it's everybody else that's getting hard to believe

Man

Oh you gotta love it

And head to toe I'm Prada covered

I know your girl well just not in public

Blame the city I'm a product of it

Young ni**a from the city

You gotta love it

You gotta love it