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Riffiter4.0★
6PM in New York is the timestamp series at its most lethal — no hook, just a will being read to the competition.
Riffiter4.0★
6PM in New York is the timestamp series at its most lethal — no hook, just a will being read to the competition.
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