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Future

[Intro DJ Khaled]

I am the streets, the future

I introduce you to Ace Hood, Meek Mills, Big Sean, Wale, Vado

This the future

They getting money, they making hit records

They hustling[Verse 1 Ace Hood]

Okay now Khaled told me kill them

He just told me kill them

Hundred for the Beamer

Kudos to the dealer

Murder, bet I wrote it

Kudos to the killers

Chevy sitting crooked

Keep the Reggie Miller

I'm a motherfucking beast

See me in your sleep

Nightmare on any street

Swear I will mark any beat

Spread this to the industry

Lyrics like a chopper piece

Blow right through your fitted T

Pull this through with chemistry

Hottest nigga around, they saying

Greatness is my tendency

No such thing as sympathy

More money, my remedy, pockets on, Heavy D

Bitch I'm hot, 3rd degree, whip I drive? Owned by me

Wrists and neck, anti-freeze, can it be?

I'm who you dying to be

Last of a dying breed, tote the Siamese

Twin pistol, shoot nigga like a 7D

Big dog, get it? You still on your pedigree

Yeah, fly nigga with some stupid swag

Dead faces, keep my money in a body bag

And I'm G-U-T-T-A, hop in the whip and I got to get paid

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

Walk in my house, you can meet my maid

Any given day I'ma push that 'Lac

Push that Benz on, I'ma push that lake

Hop to the whip, no top on mine

Hear a nigga hate, man fuck them guys

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

Private plane, my seat recline

Top ten charts where I reside

Come to your house and run inside[Verse 2 - Meek Mill]

Meek Mill!

We the motherfucking best

Word to my mama

Rock presidential, got me feeling like Obama

Because all I wanted was change

And my niggas they wanted the same

I wanted the money, and never the fame

I turned into something they never became

Through all that rain, I kept my flame

And I kept burning and it's my turn and

Real nigga my hood confirm it

Now it's 6 2s on closed curtains

And that Maybach, let me take them way back

When I was starving, now it's payback

Nigga where that cake at?

Murder all your artists

And I, I, I can feel that love, but I feel that hate

When I got that slug, I just feel so safe

I put it to your mug, it ain't gone wait

It go away when that thing gone fly

Got a little kick, but it ain't no tire

Niggas try murder, but they ain't gone ride

Let me go hard like I ain't going to die

Meek Mill![Verse 3 - Big Sean]

Smoke until I got no lungs

Got her going down, no teeth

I call it "speaking tongues"

Do it! Do it!

Now you speaking my language

From where they twist and talk with they fingers

Man, but this ain't no sign language

Yes, fresh out of the ashes it's a Detroit fucking classic

From where MM got the masses, Trick Trick got them passes

Bitch I'm from the Motor, Motor

Yeah, that motor be the fastest

Bitch, they call it Motor City

Because you're most likely to crash

Fuck it!

Good thing I got a chauffeur, chauffeur

Going broke?

No sir!

Bitch I'm a rap game stylist, because I gave the rap game style, bitch

But I over shine

Ain't no niggas over shine

Told them "Roll up five quarters" so I guess we're going overtime

Till we dumb high, dumb high

Westside, bitch, I run mine

I'm rolling around in my old school, I feel like the alumni

Fucking hoes, no strings attached

So don't ask me why they strung out

I'm like Jordan to you niggas

I might need to stick my tongue out

She wiggled and wobble, bobbled

Then land on my throttle

Bitch, I might make you my baby

And even buy you a bottle

Your niggas don't ask how the top feel

When you keep them right beside you

My pockets got paper on paper

This shit just look like a novel

Hundred thousand worth of ice on me now

But it don't feel half as good as Grandma say, and she proud[Verse 4 - Wale]

Forever dedicated, made my poetic genius

Some think they close to seeing me

Tell them they close to Stevie

You poser niggas ain't supposed to be here

We don't believe you

Double MG, and we put a wreath on niggas' career

We the best, Khaled

No need to stress, Khaled

Know there's a lot of artists

But I got the best palette

Multiple colors, my mind is more productive than others

Murray the winner, he think he really Nelson Mandela

That's fire though, one time for the 305, though

That hydro make me tired, yo

My kicking be so Tai Bo!

My balance be so tight rope

That's hard to find, quick try flow

Give up with me, that knife flow

Hold over me, I'm maestro, shit

That white whip sit

Like a slight wrist slit

Suicide shit, you can by shit, if you write this shit

Nigga, and right this minute, they say I'm buzzing hard

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars.

You niggas under cause

You should be unemployed

All you smoke is Reggie, I'm in the tellie, bunch of noise

Who gone tell me that I ain't going, that I ain't flowing?

Young Folarin, you see them puters

That was my influence[Verse 5 - Vado]

The towers fell

Turn into Ground Zero

Kissing like Reggie Jackson, Nicky Barnes, they hero

As I play Rothstein

Corleone like Rob De Niro

Been through it, but here though

Dope move in the weirdos

Dress pimping the toast like let's win

Your house is on West and 4th pipes and Lex win

While me in a Maserati bricking his best friends

When I die, tell them to turn my coffin to stretch Benz

Rims on it, problems? My man's on

See him, we stomp him out

His mouth, my Timbs' on it

Only smoking a ounce, a mountain, no tens on it

Spins on it, you have no cloud, the Benz on it

What the fiends say?

Few roses, you need spray, on tours, eat straight

Making sure all your feet sprayed

Get the pills through, peel through SRT-8

Trunk on, seats gray, drop tops like release dates

Vado

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