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

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

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