6pm in New York

Drake

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 n*ggas 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*ck 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*tches 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*ckin' with my image
 I've been tryna reach to you so I can save 'em this year
 F*ck 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 n*gga 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 embarrassin'
 But f*ck all the blushin' and f*ck your discussions
 And f*ck 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 n*ggas
 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 n*ggas 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 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 n*gga from the city
 You gotta love it