Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 6PM In New York, artist - Drake. Date of issue: 11.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
6PM In New York |
| Yeah |
| 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 I 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 'em take at me, they all contested |
| Allen Iverson shoe deal, these niggas all in question |
| Last night I went to sleep wanting more |
| Tryna 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 should’ve 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, yeah |
| 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’d 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 had 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 «R.I.P.» |
| 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 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, Bianca |
| 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 a girl who 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 wassup |
| 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 goin' off on the beat |
| Feel like I’m in the Malibu that had the cloth on the seats |
| Man, oh, you gotta love it, yeah |
| And on top of that it’s getting harder to eat |
| Rappers downgrading houses, putting cars on the lease |
| To think labels said they’d have a problem marketing me |
| And now it’s everybody else that’s getting hard to believe |
| But, man, oh, you gotta love it (Oh) |
| Yeah |
| And head to toe, I’m Prada covered (Whoop) |
| 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 |
| Yeah, gotta love it |
| Yeah |