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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 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 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 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. 
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