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 them take at me, they all contested

Allen Iverson shoe deal, these niggas all in question

Last night I went to sleep wanting 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 little little 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 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'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, 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 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

But man, 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