If You're Reading This It's Too Late de Drake

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1. Legend4:01

   Letra

   When I pull up on a nigga tell that nigga back, back I'm too good with these words, watch a nigga backtrack If I die, all I know is I'm a mothafuckin' legend It's too late for my city, I'm the youngest nigga reppin' Oh my God, oh my God, if I die, I'm a legend Oh my God, oh my God, if I die, I'm a legend I'm up first, I'm on tour, got a girl, she from the South Used to work, used to dance in Texas, now she clean the house Everyday, I was strugglin' to learn what life's about On my way, money taught me Spanish, make it andale Way up north, packed in Honda cars They don't know who we are Fuck 'em all, they only pussy niggas shootin' at the star Right or wrong, I'ma write my wrongs They can't live this long You don't know where you're gonna go I got this shit mapped out strong When I pull up on a nigga tell that nigga back, back I'm too good with these words, watch a nigga backtrack All I know, if I die, I'm a mothafuckin' legend It's too late for my city, I'm the youngest nigga reppin' Oh my God, oh my God, if I die, I'm a legend Oh my God, oh my God, if I die, I'm a legend I'm the one, one Why do I feel like the only one? Why do I feel like you owe me one? 6 G-O-D, I'm the holy one Yeah, you know wassup, yeah They been off for a minute now You know they all sentimental now You know they all actin' different now And I, I just can't pretend Seen too much, it's so hard for me to let new people in I can't change, this shit set in stone They can't live this long You don't know where you're gonna go I got this shit mapped out strong When I pull up on a nigga tell that nigga back, back I'm too good with these words, watch a nigga backtrack All I know, if I die, I'm a mothafuckin' legend It's too late for my city, I'm the youngest nigga reppin' Oh my God, oh my God, if I die, I'm a legend Oh my God, oh my God, if I die, I'm a legend I'm the one
2. Energy3:01
   Vídeo Letra

   

   Lickwood means rewind, a gunshot means forward You requested it so we rewind I got enemies, I got a lotta enemies Got a lotta people tryna drain me of my energy They tryna take the waaave from a nigga Fuckin’ with the kid and pray for your nigga I got girls in real life tryna fuck up my day Fuck goin’ online that ain’t part of my day I got real shit poppin’ with my family too I got niggas that can never leave canada too I got two mortgages, thirty million in total I got niggas that’ll still try fuckin’ me over I got rap niggas that I gotta act like I like But my actin’ days are over, fuck them niggas for life, yea I got enemies, I got a lotta enemies Got a lotta people tryna drain me of this energy They tryna take the waaave from a nigga Fuckin’ with the kid and pray for your nigga I got people talkin’ down, man, like I give a fuck I bought this one a purse, I bought this one a truck I bought this one a house, I bought this one a mall I keep buyin’ shit just make sure you keep track of it all I got bitches askin’ me about the code for the wifi So they can talk about they timeline And show me pictures of they friends Just to tell me they ain’t really friends Ex-girl she the female version of me I got strippers in my life, but they virgins to me I heard everybody talkin bout what they gonna be I got high hopes for you niggas, we gon’ see I got money in the courts so all my niggas are free Bout to call your ass a uber, I got somewhere to be I hear fairy tales ‘bout how they gon’ run up on me Well run up when you see me then and we gon’ see I got enemies, I got a lotta enemies Got a lotta people tryna drain me of this energy They tryna take the waaave from a nigga Fuckin’ with the kid and pray for your nigga Naw, fuck all of you niggas I ain’t finished Y’all don’t wanna hear me say it’s a go Y’all don’t wanna see win win fifty a woe I got real ones livin’ past kennedy road I got real ones with me everywhere that I go I’m tryna tell ya, I got enemies, got a lotta enemies Every time I see ‘em somethin’ wrong with they memory Tryna take the wave from a nigga So tired of savin’ all these niggas, mayne! Yeah Run up I got enemies, I got a lotta enemies Got a lotta people tryna drain me of this energy They tryna take the waaave from a nigga Fuckin’ with the kid and pray for your nigga
3. 10 Bands2:57

   Letra

   10 Bands, 50 bands 100 bands, fuck it man Let's just not even discuss it man o-m-g Niggas sleep, I ain't trippin' I'ma let em sleep I ain't trippin' let em rest in peace I can tell ya how it happened I can tell ya bout them safe house nights out in calabasas I can tell you not a rapper Tryna sell these story I don't even open up the package Who you with? What you claim? I was paying momma's rent was I turning 17 Sold it dirty like diana never clean My ex ask me where I'm moving, I said: On to better things I been in the crib with the phones off I been at the house taking no calls I done hit the stride got my shit going In the six cooking with the wrist motion Drapes closed I don't know what time it is I'm still awake I gotta shine this year I could never ever let the streets down Haven't left the condo in a week now I been on a mission haven't left the condo This that ovo that szn this that new toronto I get boxes of free jordan like I play for North Carolina How much I make off the deal, how the fuck should I know? All my watches always timeless you can keep the diamonds Treating diamonds of atlanta like it's king of diamonds Take a flick I look like meechy look like bleu davinci I treat v live like it's 07 in magic city Man I told my city I'd be gone till November, then November came Then I came, right back on my worst behav' 6 God put both hands together that's amazing grace 6 God selfish with the love, I need all the praise (Woo) They got me feeling like the one again (Woo) They got me feeling like the one again Yeah shout goes out to Nike checks all over me I need a fuelband just to see how long the run has been I been in the crib with the phones off I been at the house taking no calls I done hit the stride got my shit going In the six cooking with the wri-wri-wri-wri
4. Know Yourself4:35

   Letra

   Wallets, wallets, wallets, wallets, wallets Y'all sleepin' in the streets Shaky warrior Yeah, this that oliver 40, niko shit man, 15 fort york shit ya know Boi-1da, what's poppin'? Yeah, yeah Runnin' through the 6 with my woes Countin' money you know how it goes Pray the real live forever man Pray the fakes get exposed I want that ferrari then I swerve I want that bugatti just to hurt I ain't rockin' my jewelry that's on purpose Niggas want my spot and don't deserve it I don't like how serious they take themselves I've always been me I guess I know myself Shakiness man I don't have no time for that My city too turnt up I'll take the fine for that This been where you find me at That's been where you find me at I know a nigga named johnny bling He put me on to the finer things Had a job sellin' girbraud jeans I had a yellow technomarine Then kanye dropped, it was polos and backpacks That's when ethan was pushin' a subaru hatchback Man I'm talkin' way before hashtags I was runnin' through the 6 with my woes Yeah! I was runnin' through the 6 with my woes You know how that shit go You know how that shit go You know how that shit go I was runnin' through the 6 with my woes You know how that shit go You know how that shit go You know how that shit go Don't fuck with them niggas, they too irrational This is that nasty flow Top boy in this shit, I'm so international Reps up in here got p reign and chubby and tj and winnie Yeah, and you know how that shit go I might declare it a holiday as soon as baka get back on the road Yeah but you know how that shit go They so irrational, they don't wanna patch it up They wanna mash it up, woah My nigga jigga he whip it I ride in the passenger I'm way up, I stay up, I'm two up, I'm three up I had to get back to you, woah I'm turnin' into a nigga that thinks about money and women Like twenty four seven, that's where my life took me That's just how shit happened to go She know it, it a no big Always haffi look out an ya know if yuh head buk out Dun know, a de unruly boss, dis man No bomboclat, otha And if a boy like Ovo crew my nigga can just suck ya motha With no apology, I cannot Yeah girl I say we cute, if they dis we get execute That's the truth, ovo unruly With my woes
5. No Tellin'5:10
6. Madonna2:57

   Letra

   Breathe through, ride through, damn girl Oh man I don't know Pilled up filled up damn girl I'll be getting back to you for sure, man man Laced up dripped up sauced up Damn girl I wanna ride with you Waved up blowing up blowing up growing up Had to get it popping with you What if I pick you up from your house We should get out We haven't talked in a while We should roll to see where it goes I saw potential in you from the go You know that I did I don't know if you know but I know who you are You could be big as Madonna Just get in the car and lets touch the road Don't make other plans Say you get up early, you work for the man Well he'll understand Pull up I'm pulling up on you in ten Already on ten Big as Madonna I'll say it again Soon as you get in nah nah nah
7. 6 God3:00

   Letra

   I'll admit it, I'll admit it Watch your motherfuckin' tone boy Get hurt boy Aaw here go another mo'fucker that don't understand The concept of puttin' money first boy (first) I'm 'bout to hit you with the work boy (work) I'm 'bout to hit you with the work boy (work) I hate comin' through stuntin' on niggas that I know Ahh that's the worst boy (worst) I'll admit it, I'll admit it You haven't been a man for like a minute I told you that I'm in it for the long haul You can really get to business I'll admit it, I'll admit it Rolling swishers hittin' swishes Got me feelin' like a ball hog I don't pass 'em when I get it I'll admit it, I'll admit it You too worried 'bout the bitches I got one girl, and she my girl And nobody else can hit it She'll admit it, she'll admit it She ain't fuckin' with you niggas And just like every single other thing in my life You can have her when I'm finished I hear the talk on road is I'm the shit boy Phone call back home, shit is hot up in the 6 boy Shit hot up in the 6 now shit hot up in the 6 boy Shit is hot up in the 6 right now Come see us and get it fixed boy Black benz on the road boy Already had a rolls royce Sold a couple bentley last week, them were my old toys I give a fuck about old boy I give a fuck about his squad boy I give a fuck about your mob boy I'm the real 6 God boy I'm about to say a true thing I'm about to say a true thing You was poppin' back when usher wore a u-chain God damn you changed I put it on 'erything, it's a er'tin' It's a ovo come through murk thing I know you heard things Bitch I know you heard things Yeah, I know you heard things I'm not new to this Coming from the motherfucking 6 side I'm not new to this Niggas wouldn't make it on this side I'm not new to this I'm not new, I'm not new Yeah, I know you heard things Nobody really likes us except for us Yeah, all I ever needed was the squad so that's what's up Yeah, my sound got the whole city a way right now So I don't give a fuck about what anybody sayin' right now
8. Star674:54

   Letra

   Thats what they doin' [?], they actin' like these singers man I ain't goin' to the studio until I have a situation A subject, I need a beat, I need the producer Who gonna be on the hook? Man what is you doin? Understood were with fuckin' clips, clips, ammo! Brand new beretta, can't wait to let it go Walk up in my label like, where the check go Yeah I said it, wouldn't dap you with the left ho Shut the fuck up, text from a centerfold I ain't reply, let 'em know I read it though Voice mail say she ready though Niggas know I'm credible Ain't no pussy on a pedestal Got my foot on the 'cedes benz Pedal doin' 90 on the bridge like Nigga you already know And if you don't know, now you know, now you know Switchin' up the angles Now I'm in the rows with illuminated angel Four or five made of gold gave him [?] My nigga [?] said the first meal gonna change you Change for the better, hit it then dead her Thats my vendetta, keep this shit together God damn we ain't even got a scam Cocaine cool, we ain't even gotta scam Used to flip [?], now that old plug murked Ain't a damn thing changed you can still get to work (Just hold on one moment and someone will be right with you) (We're sorry, you have reached a number That has been disconnected or is no longer in service) Yeah, I remember how I went to louis v with half Watched them spread ten thousand dollars on the glass I never ever thought I'd see that in my life Now I'm in the east cause my boys are gettin' right Man, I was on tv makin' fifty racks a year After helpin' mama out the shit would disappear I am not a man, I can't do this on my own So I started askin' them if they would put me on And they did put me on Yeah, the did put me on Now we in the basement and we workin' on the phone Now we in the basement and we workin' on the phone, line Line blowin' up, workin on the phones Now we in the basement and we workin' on the phones But I just couldn't do it had to leave that shit alone man Hear what? [?] (Laughing) Ahh, no shit In fright, in fright in our sleep Alright [?] drizzy Blowin' up, line blowin' up They need the whole thing Blowin' up, my niggas really need the whole thing Blowin' up, line blowin' up They need the whole thing Blowin' up, my niggas really need the whole thing I do better with the writer in my system Oh yeah, I'm on [?] when you call me I'll listen I listen unless I been mixin' You know when I'm mixin' You know when I'm mixin' I smoke when I drink its tradition Like zoe mama I go hippy Peace sign in the air like I'm nixon I'm mixin', I am not esco but it was written I knew when they didn't I been had these visions of the life I'm livin' since I was jimmy All I just had to do was go and get it
9. Preach3:56
10. Wednesday Night Interlude3:32

    Letra

    Been a minute since we've slept together Gotta get myself together I've been thinkin' about everything I don't know if it's because I'm lonely Lonely on a wednesday night Girl I'm lonely I'll admit it if you just keep quiet Girl I'm lonely That shit ain’t my fault girl Cause I'm lonely Name another woman Ain't no other woman who should come for me When I’m lonely Mix the remy, little bit of henny I'm running on empty, I'm lonely When I’m lonely, when I’m lonely Heard you spend your summers in miami At somebody’s house That you didn’t buy You’re young so have fun girl I hope it’s worth it Cause fuck it I’m not here to judge Fuck it I’m not here to love Everything you did to ball Fuck it, I'm just glad you called Ring ring ring, what a thing Ring ring ring, school bell I ring You and I got options bae But name another woman Ain't no other woman that should come for me when I'm lonely When I’m lonely Mix the remy, little bit of henny I'm running on empty, I'm lonely When I’m lonely, when I’m lonely This shit ain’t my fault
11. Used To4:28

    Letra

    Boys, now listen, we got more motherfuckin' tv screens On the outside the damn tour bus Than on that motherfucker. Boys playin' playstation We come through motherfuckin' hang gliding Off motherfuckin' versace skyscrapers I don't get it, what more can you ask for? Yeah, sound sound sound Real 6 side shit Sickos, ah man Yeah, when you get to where I'm at You gotta remind 'em where the fuck you at Every time they talkin' it's behind your back Gotta learn to line 'em up and then attack They gon' say your name on them airwaves They gon' hit you up right after like it's only rap Jewels look like I found a motherfuckin' treasure map And ain't told no one where the fuck it's at Shout out to the g's from the ends We don't love no girls from the ends I'm gon hit 'em with the wham once again I'mma always end up as a man in the end, dog It's just apparent every year Only see the truth when I'm staring in the mirror Lookin' at myself like, there it is there Yeah, like there it is there man, whoo I ain't tryna chance it I be with the bands like a nigga went to jackson state Or grambling Young nick cannon with the snare drum, dancin' Watch the way I handle it, uh Bring it to the bedroom, you know that shit is candle lit She know I'm the man with it, uh With the bands like I must've went to clark, went to hampton I ain't playin' with it I ain't felt the pressure in a little while It's gonna take some getting used to Floatin' all through the city with the windows down Puttin' on like I used to They never told me when you get the crown It's gon' take some getting used to New friends all in their old feelings now They don't love you like they used to man Way more gully gully than buddy buddy Never needed your acceptance, never needed nothin' You don't understand, I'm the only one to hear from You don't understand that it's me or nothin' Yea, I'm fuckin' glowin' up Shaq postin' up on niggas that I used to have posters of Real quick man, you couldn't have hated that Let's be real nigga, you couldn't have made it that Woah, dance our dance, watch me dance You're fuckin' with the best man, I'm too advanced After this drop I got new demands Can't meet the terms, keep it movin' then Make sure the plane got a phone now So when we bout to land I can call to tell the wolves I'm home now I'll tell 'em link up at the valley at the hazy Think I had the shit that had the city going crazy When you get to where the fuck I'm at You gotta remind 'em about where you been About all of the money that done came and went About the two cents I ain't never spent When they say you're too famous to pack a gat I gotta remind 'em about where I'm from Not about where I'm going, about where I've gone Stepping on a swisher roach like a stepping stone Goin' at a nigga throat like a herringbone Boy do I smell beef? Mmmm pheromones Got a fuckin' halo over my devil horns Trap pumpin' all night like chevron Suck a nigga dick for a iphone 6 Fuck my nigga terry for a new blackberry You can get buried for a ounce of katy perry I was only five but still remember the drought in '87 Lord tell 'em bitches I ain't got no times to play games with 'em I ain't got no time Tell her that I love her and I hate her in the same sentence I'm fuckin' her mind I got, mind control over deebo Parmesan my panino Promethazine over pinot And when my bloods start shootin' that's b-roll bitch Let's just let bygones be bygones, okay? Let's just go ahead and just let bygones be bygones I pull up lookin' like a damn cyborg, weighin' 224 Oh man, these boys don't even understand Listen when you see ovo jodi pull up on the scene with drake For goodness sakes, well for goodness sakes You see this mixtape you listenin' to? This an album Yea, we could have, we could have sold it to you for 17.99 Or 29.99 with the shirt, buy it at the target These motherfuckers trippin' so hard I had to look down and double check cause I thought they had their shoes tied together Motherfuckers got they shoes tied together What more could you ask for? Boys harassing me with these questions How about this? How about don't ask me no more motherfucking questions We ain't doing no interview
12. 6 Man2:47

    Letra

    Boomin' out in south gwinnett like lou will 6 Man like lou will, 2 girls and they get along like I'm Like I'm lou will, I just got the new deal I am in the matrix and I just took the blue pill No ho shit, no fuckin' ho shit, just save that for your shit I don't need no fuckin' body, I run my own shit Like soulja, I thought I told yah, you didn't listen Fieri, I'm in the kitchen, I'm a magician I'm on it, I'm like macgyver, I'm michael meyers I kill careers and cut the lights off, this shit is frightenin' I knew it would end up like this, I'm fuckin' psychic Young but I'm makin' millions to work the night shift Work the night shift Young but I'm makin' millions to work the night shift Work, work the night shift Young but I'm gettin' every single motherfuckin' thing I'm old, you gotta know I'm here to fuck with niggas souls, my heart is cold It's prolly cause I'm from the snow, with all my woes I know they wanna see me go, I'm on a roll I mean I'm back on this again, I'm here again You know the truth, this not pretend, I'm not your friend Not your guy, I'm not your buddy, show no lovin' I might go demarcus cousins out in public I mean I'm back on this again, I'm here again I didn't do this fuckin' tape for cnn I am not tryna win awards, that shit looked forced It's nothin' like this Young but I'm makin' millions to work the night shift Work the night shift Young but I'm makin' millions to work the night shift Work, work the night shift If you were worried about where I've been or who I saw or What club I went to with the homies Baby don't worry, you know that you got me I'm never worried about where I'm at or who I saw or What club I go to with the homies Baby don't worry, I know that they got me
13. Now & Forever4:41
14. Company4:12
15. You & The 64:24
16. Jungle5:20

    Letra

    Rock me real slowly Put a bib on me I'm just like a baby, drooling over you The things you do These days, I'm letting God handle all things above me The things I can't change are the reasons you love me Listen you can hear them calling my name I'm all over the place, I can't sit in one place I'm not ashamed at all Still findin' myself, let alone a soulmate, I'm just sayin' Feel like we one and the same, our relationship changed That or it never existed Whenever they say somethin' bout us, you listen But fuck what they talkin' about on your timeline That's cuttin' all into my time with you Fuck what they talkin' about on your timeline That's cuttin' all into my time with you Rock me real slowly Put a bib on me I'm just like a baby, drooling over you The things you do She said you're my everything I love you through everything I done did everything to her She forgave me for everything, this a forever thing Hate that I treated like it's a whatever thing Trust me girl, this shit is everything to me She from the jungle, she from the jungle I take somebody elses car, drive it undercover This shit is everything to me, this shit is everything Don't know where we stand, I used to hit you bout everything Are we still good? Are we still good? Are we still good? Are we still good? If I need to talk are you around? Are you down for the cause? Are you down? Are you down? Are you down? Are you down for the cause? Are you down? Are you down? Are you down? Are you down for the cause? You still down? You still down? You still down? Rock me real slowly Put a bib on me I'm just like a baby, drooling over you The things you do These days these new girls got me nervous They go to school and do bottle service They can't decide, they keep switching majors Being indecisive makes me anxious Call your number and it's out of service Who can I call for your information? What am I supposed to do after we done doing everything we do Who is your replacement? Are we still good? Are we still good? Are we still good? Are we still good?
17. 6PM In New York4:43

    Letra

    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 I 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 wanting 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 little little homie talking reckless in Vibe That's quite a platform you chose You should've 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, yeah 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 messages like we had 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 the youth 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 R.I.P. 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, Tasha, 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 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 Yeah, boy, you rappin' like you seen it all You rappin' like the throne should be the three of y'all "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 talkin' 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 But man, 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