6 PM in New York
Drake Lyrics


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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 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 the lil', lil' homie talking reckless in Vibe
That's 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 PMS'ing crazy this year
Fuckin' with my image
I was tryna reach the youth so I could 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 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 a nigga try to budget
I gotta make it back to Memphis to check on my cousins
Shout out to Ashley, Taja, 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 dictatin' music, nobody seein' us
Winter here already but somehow I'm heatin' up
Been observin' the game and feel 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 ya'll
"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-talking 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 have a problem marketing me
And now it's everybody else that's getting hard to believe but man

Oh you gotta love it, yeah
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, yeah gotta love it, yeah

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Drake's "6 PM in New York" are loaded with introspective musings and punchlines aimed at his detractors. The track is the final installment in Drake's "PM" series, in which he delivers bars over a beat specifically composed for each city. In "6PM in New York," Drake addresses recent rumors and critiques about him and his career. He asserts his dominance in the rap game while also acknowledging his vulnerabilities.


The song starts with Drake claiming that he's heard what's being said and wants to get to the bottom of it. Drake then alludes to the cover of his last album, "Views," where he is perched at the top of Toronto's CN Tower. He talks about rising above, but also being possessive of his game. Drake also takes a moment to acknowledge Lil Wayne, his mentor and one of the best rappers alive, as someone who chose him as his successor.


Drake then speaks directly to a person who talked "reckless" about him in Vibe magazine. He chides them for their age and platform choice. He also talks about how he's managed by his childhood friends, and how he'd rather give them than 15% than strangers. He acknowledges that haters can eat away at his confidence, and that they focus on failures while ignoring his successes. The song ends with Drake reflecting on his growth, his heritage, and the state of the world, which he believes could benefit by being more empathetic and less self-centered.


Overall, "6 PM in New York" is a very candid and introspective, reflecting on Drake's place in the rap game and the impact of his success on his personal and professional relationships.


Line by Line Meaning

I heard what circulated, let's get to the bottom of it
I heard rumors about me, so let's figure out where they came from.


Somehow always rise above it Why you think I got my head in the clouds on my last album cover?
I always come out on top despite any setbacks. That's why I'm depicted with my head in the clouds, looking down on my success.


The game is all mine and I'm mighty possessive Lil' Wayne could not have found him a better successor
I own the rap game and I'm fiercely protective of it. Lil' Wayne couldn't have picked a better artist to pass the torch to.


Last night I went to sleep, wanted more Tried to decide what direction I should go towards
I'm always striving for more, but sometimes I struggle to determine the best path forward.


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'm at a crossroads, wondering what the future holds for my career. I hope to maintain relevance forever by staying true to myself.


I heard a lil', lil' homie talking reckless in Vibe Quite a platform you chose, you shoulda kept it inside
I overheard a young rapper talking trash about me on a major platform. He should have kept those thoughts to himself.


Bitches alter my message like we have words And stories bout my life hit the net like a bad serve
Women I've been talking to have misrepresented my words, and rumors about my personal life are spreading like wildfire online.


But here we are, yeah Lately I feel the haters eatin' away at my confidence They scream out my failures and whisper my accomplishments
Despite the challenges I've faced, I've achieved a lot in my career. However, the negativity from my haters is taking a toll on my confidence.


And four weeks later nobody even speaks about it Damn, I just had to say my piece about it
People these days are only interested in drama for a short period of time. I had to speak my mind on the issue before it faded away.


But they scared of the truth so back to me showin' out in public That's a hotter subject
People are afraid of facing the truth, so I have to keep making bold statements in public to get their attention.


Bein' number two is just being the first to lose My city dictated music, nobody seein' us
I refuse to be second best in my craft. My city has a unique sound and no one can match our style.


Phantom slidin' like the shit just hit a puddle of grease I cook the beef well done on the double with cheese
I glide in my luxury car like it's effortless, and I handle conflicts with strength and efficiency.


And now it's everybody else that's getting hard to believe Oh you gotta love it
Despite the doubts and criticisms I've faced from record labels and others, I've proven myself and remained successful. Gotta love it.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Adam King Feeney, Matthew Samuels, Aubrey Graham, Rupert Jr. Thomas, Kenza Samir

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