DRAKE - 6PM In New York lyrics

rate me

Yea, 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