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141. 6pm in new york ft. drake 4:44

[intro: drake]
yeah
yeah

[verse: drake & drake]
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 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 chu see ’em take at me, they all contested
allen iverson shoe dеal, these n-ggas all in question
last night, i wеnt da sleep wanting more
tryna decide what direction i should go towards
some nights, i wish i could go back in life
not da 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
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 a act chour age and not cha girl’s age
it gets worse by the annual
my career’s how-da manual, so i guess it’s understandable, man
oh, you gotta love it
you gotta love it, yeah
i know rappers that call paparazzi da come and get ’em
da 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 with
i’d rather give that 15-percent da people i f-ck with
if me and future hadn’t made it with this rapping
we’d prolly be out in silicon tryna get our billions on
but here we are, yeah
lately, i feel the haters eating away at my confidence
they scream out my failures and whisper my accomplishments
b-tches alter my messages like we had words
and stories ’bout my life hit the net like a bad serve
bitter women i’m overtexting are pmsing crazy this year
f-cking with my image
i was tryna reach the youth 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 for those protecting the block
n0body looking out for n0body
maybe we should try and help somebody or be somebody
instead of being somebody that makes the news, so everybody can tweet about it
and then they start da “r.i.p.” about it
and four weeks later, n0body even speaks about it
d-mn
i just had a say my piece about it
oh, you gotta love it
but they scared of the truth, so back to me showing out in public, that’s a hotter subject
i’ve been whipping mercedes and n-gga try da budget
i gotta make it back da memphis to check on my cousins
shoutout da 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 embarrassing
but f-ck all the blushing and f-ck your discussions and f-ck all the judgement
your content’s so aggressive lately, what’s irking you?
sh-t is getting so personal in your verses too
i wanna prove that i’m number one over all these n-ggas
being number two is just being the first to lose
my city dictated music, n0body seeing us
winter here already, but, somehow, i’m heating up
been observing the game and feel like i’ve seen enough
let’s drop a tape on these n-ggas, then we’ll see wassup
yeah, boy, you rapping like you seen it all
you rapping 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 da go
oh, please, take it ease, where’s the love and the peace?
why you rapping like you come from the streets?
i got a backyard where money seems to come from the trees
and i’m never ever scared a get some blood on my leaves
phantom sliding like the sh-t just hit a puddle of grease
i cook the beef well-done on the double wit’ cheese
special order for anybody that’s coming for me
sh-t, chu prolly flinch if somebody sneeze
you see, they got me back talking like it’s just 40, oli, and me
cutting 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
yeah
and on top of that, it’s getting harder da 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 a believe
but, man, oh, you gotta love it (oh)
yeah
and head-a-toe, i’m prada covered (whoo)
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
[outro: drake]
yeah
gotta love it
hahahaha
yeah
tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk

142. star67 & blowing up ft. lil wayne, drake, popcaan, girl 1, girl 2, chuck d, guy 1, & guy 2 4:56

[part 1: star67]

[intro: lil wayne & drake]
that’s what they doing, cam’ron
they acting like these singers, man
“i ain’t, i ain’t going to the studio ’til i got a situation
a subject, i need a beat, i need the producer
who, who gon’ be on the hook?”
man, what is you doing?
go in the studio with f-cking clips
clips
ammo
brand-new be—

[verse: drake & popcaan]
‘retta
can’t wait da let it go
walk up in my label, like:
“where the check, though?”
yeah, i said it
wouldn’t dap you with the left, hoe
shut the f-ck up
text from a centerfold
i ain’t reply
let her know i read it, though
voicemail say she ready, though (yeah)
n-ggas know i’m credible
ain’t no p-ssy on a pedestal
got my foot on the ‘cedes benz pedal
doing 90 on the bridge, like:
“n-gga, you already know”
and if you don’t know, then now ya know (now ya know)
switching up the angles
now i’m in the rolls with illuminated angel
four, five chains, man, the gold getting tangled
my n-gga biz said, “the first mil’ gon’ change you”
change for the better
hit it, then dead her
that’s my vendetta
keep this sh-t da ‘gether, yeah (bomba rassclaat)
godd-mn
we ain’t got a scam
cocaine coupe, we ain’t even got a scale
used to flip apps, now that old plug murked
ain’t a d-mn thing changed, you can still get the work (ayy)
[outro: girl 1 & girl 2]
just hold on one moment—
and someone will be right with you
(we’re sorry)
(you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service)

- drake

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