S-Rank Manifesto

We pull up in that 'How could you hate'
This nigga Rob be cooking 'you can't relate'
Women stop me on the street like 'How much longer should we wait?'
I'm like 'Ro Ransom so the future that his tape came late'
He's all devotion, this is a lonely life
But nothing this classic ever came easy
So its only right
We down by East Village, these models on uppers...we roam at night
Discussing the landscape, laughing my ass off with the homies like...(this shit is funny)
'Niggas trying to bring New York back?' (let's push it forward)
Man ain't nobody in my backyard selling crack, its a new era
Doing donuts in the blue Carrera
It ain't mine though, its my young jawn's, and she fine though
Thats a side note (that's a sidenote)
Don't act like you too good to be a freak
Bitch, I'm a quarter through my life, we ain't got time to be modest
Why you thought they call me Future? I'm just trying to be honest
Heard they calling for the answer, well they finally got it
Nigga I came up, thats all me
Now the game's fucked, that's balls deep
Niggas talked shit like they wanted beef
But they changed up when they saw me
I'm trying to wake up in that 'rari, why? (I love the dough)
Fuck niggas cut, I ain't sorry bruh (You gotta go)
When Greg pops died I said I'm going hard for that nigga
I can't even thank him for treating me like his kid
Can't even drop off a bag for all the shit that he did
Man my nigga would have been proud of all them hoes that we slid
I told Cam'ron I'm from 8th, he said 'NIGGA WE NEIGHBORS'
Took ---- home from 40/40, I said 'NIGGA WE MADE IT'
I had to turn up on these hoes for every bitch that we dated
Woke up to a naked blonde doing yoga on me, damn
Flirt Cobain, Lil Wayne Staley
Fantasize about blowing out my brains daily
These kids need me though, where they gon get the real
These other rappers CB4, I keep it 100 like
Undertaker lost at Mania, Not to mention CM Punk quit
Fuck shit my symmetry's off
These hoes on me I'm still empty
Paranoid cause they too friendly
Fuck inhibition, we dying one day put yourself in position
I'm more myself than ever, they call it going crazy
Well I just like to think I'm being open lately
Like how that kid outside Greenhouse slit through my coat and grazed me
How that'll go, I'm not sure I'll let you know
Ya'll went on tour I stayed at home, I knew I could make something better
I ain't trying to make right now, I'm trying to make it last forever
My niggas down for whatever, one hand up I'm always saying
West side jawn give it away, cause she a Red

Boy I'm everywhere was you ever there?
(Dance around shit bitch, you Fred Astaire)
Your girl came, off top, like a head of hair (at the barber shop)
Or a freestyle, I ain't never scared
I got no heart and I'm dead in there
This is my city, who's fucking with me?
Got 150 niggas running with me, all S-Rank
Shout my skate kids, we don't take shit, fuck the fake shit
Put my street niggas on high fashion
What you rap for? Ol' no passion
"They just do this shit", Bitch I do this shit
Ain't got no time to just shoot the shit
Don't speak to me, fucking rap niggas wanna take pictures
But can't write hooks or no damn bridges
Fuck from round Ro, go put me back where you found Ro
Keep your fucking stream and a download
From the intro to the outro
Kept it S-Rank with this sound ho, nigga
This that 'do-this-shit-for-my-town' flow, nigga

[Outro]
If its any girl in this club tonight that look anything like Rashida Jones can you dance on me?
I need that shit right now, let me sing it one more time
If its any girl in this club tonight that look anything like Rashida Jones can you dance on me?
Free drinks on me