6pm In New York Lyrics - If You're Reading This It's Too Late - 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 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 

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 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 

Fuckin' with my image 

I've been tryna reach to you 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 peace 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, 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 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 

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 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 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 

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