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We pull up in that 'How you hate'
This nigga Rob be cooking 'you relate'
Women stop me on the street 'How much longer should we wait?'
I'm like 'Ro so the future that his tape came late'
He's all devotion, is a lonely life
But nothing this classic ever easy
So its only
We down by East Village, these models on uppers...we roam at
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 ain't nobody in my selling crack, its a new era
donuts in the blue Carrera
It ain't though, its my young 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 quarter through my life, we ain't got to be modest
Why you thought they call me Future? I'm trying to be honest
Heard they calling for the answer, well finally got it
Nigga I came up, all me
Now the fucked, that's balls deep
Niggas talked like they wanted beef
But they up when they saw me
I'm to wake up in that 'rari, why? (I love the dough)
Fuck niggas cut, I ain't sorry bruh (You go)
When Greg pops died I I'm going hard for that nigga
I can't even thank him for me like his kid
even drop off a bag for all the shit that he did
Man my nigga would been proud of all them hoes that we slid
I told Cam'ron I'm from 8th, he said 'NIGGA WE
Took home from 40/40, I said 'NIGGA WE MADE IT'
I had to turn up on these hoes for bitch that we dated
Woke up to a blonde doing yoga on me, damn
Flirt Cobain, Lil Wayne
Fantasize about blowing out my brains
kids need me though, where they gon get the real
These rappers CB4, I keep it 100 like
Undertaker lost at Mania, Not to CM Punk quit
Fuck shit my off
These hoes on me I'm still
Paranoid cause too friendly
Fuck inhibition, we one day put yourself in position
I'm more myself than ever, they call it going
Well I just like to think I'm being lately
Like how that kid outside Greenhouse slit through my coat and me
How go, I'm not sure I'll let you know
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 forever
My down for whatever, one hand up I'm always saying
West side jawn give it away, she a Red

Boy I'm was you ever there?
(Dance around bitch, you Fred Astaire)
Your girl came, off top, like a of hair (at the barber shop)
Or a freestyle, I ain't scared
I got no heart and I'm in there
This is my city, who's fucking me?
Got 150 niggas with me, all S-Rank
Shout my skate kids, we don't take shit, fuck the shit
Put my street niggas on fashion
you rap for? Ol' no passion
"They just do this shit", Bitch I do this
Ain't got no time to just shoot the
Don't speak to me, fucking rap niggas wanna take
But can't write hooks or no bridges
from round Ro, go put me back where you found Ro
Keep your fucking stream and a
the intro to the outro
Kept it S-Rank with this ho, nigga
This that flow, nigga

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