DRAKE - 6PM In New York lyrics
rate meYea, oh, ya gotta luv it, oh, ya gott', oh, ya gotta luv it
I heard it circulated, let's get to the bottom of it
I told (?!) send me sumethin' & I got it comin'
Sumehow always rise above it
Why ya think I got my head in the clouds on my last album cova?
The game is all mine & I'm mighty possessive
Lil Wayne could not have found him a betta successor
Every shot ya 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
Sum' nights I wish I could go back in life
Not to change shit, just to feel a couple things twice
Twenty eight at midnight, wonder what's next fo' me
Longevity, wonder how long they'll check fo' me
Probly foreva if I stay in my zone
I speak on this generation but can't change it alone
I heard a little little homie talkin' reckless in Vibe
Quite a platform ya chose, ya should have kept it inside
Oh, ya tried, it's so childish callin' my name on the world stage
Ya need to act yo age & not yo 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, ya gotta luv it, ya gotta luv it cheer
I know rappers that call Paparazzi to come & 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 kidding?
I'm managed by my friends that I grew up wit
I'd rather give that 15% to people I fuck wit
If me & Future hadn't made it wit this rapping
We prolly be out in Silicon tryna get our billions on
But here we are, yea
Lately I feel the haters eating away at my confidence
They scream out my failures & whisper my accomplishments
Bitches alter my message like we have words
& stories bout my life hit the net like a bad serve
Bitter women I'm ovatexting are PMSing crazy this year
Fucking wit my image
I've been tryna reach to ya so I can save 'em this year
Fuck it I guess I gotta wait til next year
& I heard sumeone say sumethin' that stuck wit me a lot
Bout how we need protection from those protecting the block
Nobody looking out fo' nobody
Maybe we should try & help sumebody or be sumebody
Instead of being sumebody that makes the news
So everybody can tweet about it
& then they start to RIP about it
& 4 weeks later nobody even speaks about it
Damn, I just had to say my peace about it
Oh, ya gotta luv it
But they scared of the truth so back to me showing out in public
That's a hot subject
I've been whipping Mercedes & nigga 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 ass is so big that's partly embarrassing
But fuck all the blushing & fuck yo discussions
& fuck all the judgement
Yo content so aggressive lately, what's irkin' ya?
Shit is getting so personal in yo verses 2
I wanna prove that I'm number one ova all these niggas
Being number two is just bein' the first to lose
My city dictated music, nobody seeing us
Winter here already but sumehow I'm heating up
Been observin' the game & felt like I've seen enough
Let's drop a tape on these niggas then we'll see what's up
Yeah, boy ya rapping like ya seen it all
Ya rapping like the throne should be the three of ya'll
Best I Ever Had seems like a decade ago
Decadent flow & I still got a decade to go
Oh, please, take at ease, where's the luv & the peace
Why ya rapping like ya come from the streets?
I got a backyard where money seems to come from the trees
& I'm neva eva scared to get sum' blood on my leaves
Phantom sliding like the shit just hit a puddle of grease
I cook the beef well done on the double wit cheese
Special order fo' anybody that's coming fo' me
Shit ya probably flinch if sumebody sneeze
Ya see they got me back like it's just 40, Oli, & me
Cutting all loose ends, I be the barber fo' free
I'm almost at four minutes goin' off on the beat
Feel like I'm in the Malibu that had the cloth on the seats
Man, oh, ya gotta luv it
Yeah, & on top of that it's getting harder to eat
Rappers downgradin' houses, puttin' cars on the lease
To think labels said they had a problem marketin' me
