Drake - 6PM In New York Lyrics
Yeah, oh you gotta love itOh you got, oh you gotta love itI heard it circulated, let's get to the bottom of itI told 1da send me something and I got it comingSomehow always rise above itWhy you think I got my head in the clouds on my last album cover?The game is all mine and I'm mighty possessiveLil Wayne could not have found him a better successorEvery shot you see them take at me? They all contestedAllen Iverson shoe deal, these niggas all in questionLast night I went to sleep, wanted moreTried to decide what direction I should go towardsSome nights I wish I could go back in lifeNot to change shit, just to feel a couple things twice28 at midnight, wonder what's next for meLongevity, wonder how long they'll check for meProlly forever if I stay in my zoneI speak on this generation but can't change it aloneI heard a lil lil homie talking reckless in VibeQuite a platform you chose, you shoulda kept it insideOh you tried, it's so childish calling my name on the world stageYou need to act your age and not your girl's ageIt gets worse by the annual my career's like a how to manualSo I guess it's understandable manOh you gotta love it, you gotta love it cheerI know rappers that call Paparazzi to come and get 'emTo show they outfits off, guess they need the attentionI remember when it used to be music that did itBut then again times have changed man, who are we kiddin'?I'm managed by my friends that I grew up withI'd rather give that 15% to people I ***** withIf me and Future hadn't made it with this rappin'We prolly be out in Silicon tryna get our billions onBut here we are, yeahLately I feel the haters eatin' away at my confidenceThey scream out my failures and whisper my accomplishments*****es alter my message like we have wordsAnd stories bout my life hit the net like a bad serveBitter women I'm overtextin' are PMSing crazy this year*****in' with my imageI've been tryna reach to you so I can save 'em this year***** it I guess I gotta wait til next yearAnd I heard someone say something that stuck with me a lotBout how we need protection from those protectin' the blockNobody lookin' out for nobodyMaybe we should try and help somebody or be somebodyInstead of bein' somebody that makes the newsSo everybody can tweet about itAnd then they start to RIP about itAnd four weeks later nobody even speaks about itDamn, I just had to say my peace about itOh you gotta love itBut they scared of the truth so back to me showin' out in publicThat's a hot subjectI've been whippin' Mercedes and nigga try to budgetI gotta make it back to Memphis to check on my cousinsShout out to Ashley, Biama, Julia, Ericka, Southern AmericaPart of my heritage, pardon my arrogance, part in my hair againThat's that comeback flow, comeback flowOnce I start it's apparentI wanted a girl whose ass is so big that's partly embarrassin'But ***** all the blushin' and ***** your discussionsAnd ***** all the judgementYour content so aggressive lately, what's irkin' you?Shit is gettin' so personal in your verses tooI wanna prove that I'm number one over all these niggasBein' number two is just being the first to loseMy city dictated music, nobody seein' usWinter here already but somehow I'm heatin' upBeen observin' the game and felt like I've seen enoughLet's drop a tape on these niggas then we'll see what's upYea, boy you rappin' like you seen it allYou rappin' like the throne should be the three of ya'llBest I Ever Had seems like a decade agoDecadent flow and I still got a decade to goOh please, take at ease, where's the love and the peaceWhy you rappin' like you come from the streets?I got a backyard where money seems to come from the treesAnd I'm never ever scared to get some blood on my leavesPhantom slidin' like the shit just hit a puddle of greaseI cook the beef well done on the double with cheeseSpecial order for anybody that's comin' for meShit you probably flinch if somebody sneezeYou see they got me back like it's just 40, Oli, and meCuttin' all loose ends, I be the barber for freeI'm almost at four minutes going off on the beatFeel like I'm in the Malibu that had the cloth on the seatsMan, oh you gotta love itYeaAnd on top of that it's getting harder to eatRappers downgrading housesPutting cars on the leaseTo think labels said they had a problem marketing me
