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      6PM In New York

      Drake

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      Drake - 6PM In New York Música y Letra

      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 shit, 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
      That's 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 fuck 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
      Bitches alter my messages 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
      Fuckin' with my image
      I've been tryna reach the youth so I can save 'em this year
      Fuck 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 nigga try to budget
      I gotta make it back to Memphis to check on my cousins
      Shout out to Ashley, Tasha, 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'm with girl whose ass is so big that's partly embarrassin'
      But fuck all the blushin' and fuck your discussions
      And fuck all the judgement
      Your content so aggressive lately, what's irkin' you?
      Shit 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
      Yeah, boy you rappin' like you seen it all
      You rappin' like the throne should be the three of y'all
      "Best I Ever Had" seems like a decade ago
      Decadent flow and I still got a decade to go
      Oh please, take it 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 shit 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
      Shit you probably flinch if somebody sneeze
      You see they got me back talkin' 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
      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 nigga from the city
      You gotta love it

      Drake - 6PM In New York Música y Letra

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