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We pull up in 'How could you hate'
This nigga Rob be cooking 'you can't
Women stop me on the street like much longer should we wait?'
I'm like 'Ro Ransom so the future that his came late'
He's all devotion, this is a lonely
But nothing this classic ever easy
So its right
We down by East Village, models on uppers...we roam at night
the landscape, laughing my ass off with the homies like...(this shit is funny)
'Niggas trying to New York back?' (let's push it forward)
Man ain't in my backyard selling crack, its a new era
Doing in the blue Carrera
It ain't mine though, its my jawn's, and she fine though
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 to be honest
Heard they calling for the answer, well finally got it
Nigga I up, thats all me
Now the game's fucked, balls deep
Niggas talked shit like they wanted
But they changed up they saw me
I'm to wake up in that 'rari, why? (I love the dough)
Fuck niggas cut, I ain't sorry (You gotta go)
When pops died I said I'm going hard for that nigga
I can't even him for treating me like his kid
even drop off a bag for all the shit that he did
Man my nigga would have proud of all them hoes that we slid
I told Cam'ron I'm from 8th, he said WE NEIGHBORS'
Took ---- home from 40/40, I said WE MADE IT'
I had to turn up on these hoes for every bitch that we
Woke up to a naked doing yoga on me, damn
Flirt Cobain, Lil Staley
about blowing out my brains daily
These kids need me though, where they gon get the
other rappers CB4, I keep it 100 like
Undertaker lost at Mania, Not to CM Punk quit
shit my symmetry's off
These on me I'm still empty
Paranoid cause too friendly
Fuck inhibition, we dying one day put yourself in
I'm more myself than ever, call it going crazy
Well I just like to I'm being open lately
Like how that kid outside Greenhouse through my coat and grazed me
How that'll go, I'm not sure let you know
Ya'll went on tour I stayed at home, I I could make something better
I ain't trying to make right now, I'm trying to make it forever
My niggas down for whatever, one hand up I'm always
side jawn give it away, cause she a Red

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

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