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Album: If You're Reading This It's Too Late (2015)
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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 Writer/s: Adam King Feeney, Aubrey Graham, Kenza Samir, Matthew Samuels, Rupert Jr. Thomas
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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