6pm in La - The Loft

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

Achraf hat mir Trackies geschickt Doch ich wurde sechs mal gerippt Das von sechs verschieden chicks Sie nehmen ihn mit wegen meinem Duft Ich rieche nach Tom Ford und Kush Sie sagt mit was auf ihrem Herzen liegt Doch ich fühle nichts in meiner Brust Außer die Kälte von meinem Schmuck Achraf hat mir Trackies geschickt Doch ich wurde sechs mal gerippt Das von sechs verschieden chicks Sie nehmen ihn mit wegen meinem Duft Ich rieche nach Tom Ford und Kush Sie sagt mit was auf ihrem Herzen liegt Doch ich fühle nichts in meiner Brust Außer die Kälte von meinem Schmuck Ich lese in meinen DMs nur Fuck me lick me suck me Doch das mich eine mal fragt wie es mir geht Glaub mir das passiert fast nie Meine Chick crashed AMEX ich lass sie Ich bin ihr top G Ich schick ihr eine S Klasse Aber das ist kein Taxi Ich wollte zum Breakfast eggs Doch ich bekam zum Breakfast Head Früher hatte ich Baby Speck an den Hüften Doch heute sind nur noch die Taschen fett (on god) Ich habe die Sauce ich habe den juice So als hätte ich Saft gepresst Doch damals habe ich weißes in Tüten verpackt Und ich mein kein Uncle Bens Sie zieht sich aus bis auf die Knochen Den ich bring ihr Blut zum kochen Sie ist wet ihr Wein ist trocken Ich spüre mein Herz nicht mehr pochen Wenn die Karte wenn wir shoppen CC Belt und CC Broschen Ich tauch unter für paar Wochen Denn mein celly ist am pochen Achraf hat mir Trackies geschickt Doch ich wurde sechs mal gerippt Das von sechs verschieden chicks Sie nehmen ihn mit wegen meinem Duft Ich rieche nach Tom Ford und Kush Sie sagt mit was auf ihrem Herzen liegt Doch ich fühle nichts in meiner Brust Außer die Kälte von meinem Schmuck Achraf hat mir Trackies geschickt Doch ich wurde sechs mal gerippt Das von sechs verschieden chicks Sie nehmen ihn mit wegen meinem Duft Ich rieche nach Tom Ford und Kush Sie sagt mit was auf ihrem Herzen liegt Doch ich fühle nichts in meiner Brust Außer die Kälte von meinem Schmuck

Piggy's on the floor, getting some sun The axe on the wall, isn't the only one The case in the hall, show to everyone The lock on the door If you wanna, if you oughtta If you kinda, shoulda, sorta If you'd like some, if you'd try some So you're sure before you buy some Gotta come to terms with what I've found The train will pass the loft each night at ten Phone echoes round the loft at six am People come and leave the loft every now and then I love the loft Gotta come to terms with what I've found Gotta come to terms with what I've found Gotta come to terms with what I've found Gotta come to terms with what I've found Gotta come to terms with what I've found Gotta come to terms with what I've found Gotta come to terms with what I've found Gotta come to terms with what I've found Gotta come to terms with what I've found I'll be around I'll be around I'll be around I'll be around

Oh, oh-ooh Oh (whoa) Oh (whoa) Oh, oh They say my brain meltin' And the only thing I'll tell 'em is I'm livin' for the present and the future don't exist So, baby, take your clothes off, a chance like this You may never get to show off, show off Show off what you talking about (talking about) Unless you like to tease, baby When in reality you don't know how to please, baby (please, baby) Blue-ball queen, take your fuckin' seat, baby Ride it out, now I know you wanna scream, baby Better than your next man And if he swingin' I get dumber than the next man (next man) 'Cause I don't play Unless it's keys, then I play all day (all day) You like them keys? We gon' play all day (all day) Wet dream fry your brain all day (all day) I think you lost your morals, girl (what?) But it's okay 'cause you don't need 'em where we're goin' In that two-floor loft in the middle of the city After rollin' through the city with me I promise you gon' see That I'm only fuckin' 20, girl Amnesia, put your mind in a dream world What you doin' in the bathroom? (Whoa) I hear noises in the bathroom (whoa) Baby, it's okay We can do it in the living room Twisting turns in 'em, the only girls that we fuck with Seem to have 20 different pills in 'em They tell us that they love us Even though they want a next man And the next man's bitch want the third man Eddie Murphy shit, yeah, we trade places Rehearse lines to them and then we fuck faces Yeah, we know just how to get a buzz Mix it with the hash, come fuck with us I'm raw, motherfucker, I'm raw My love so lost, and my niggas, man These bitches can't touch what we got if they wanted I'll plug any nigga that'll step Man, I got 'em, yeah, I got 'em 'Til the ending of our credits Life's such a movie, filmed independent, us against the city Please don't get offended when we don't answer your calls And if you got a problem, come and find us, we can talk about it What's good, young hoe? You about it? Got a loft right now, you excited? You excited? Ooh, ooh Ah, ah Ooh-ahh What you thinkin' about? What you thinkin' about? Yeah What you thinkin' about? Ooh, what you thinkin' about? What you thinkin' about? What you thinkin' about? What you thinkin'? I been thinkin' 'bout, ooh I know everything, ooh I know everything I know it all I know it all, all, all