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

Boy I'm everywhere was you there?
(Dance around bitch, you Fred Astaire)
Your girl came, off top, like a head of (at the barber shop)
Or a freestyle, I ain't never
I got no and I'm dead in there
This is my city, fucking with me?
Got 150 niggas with me, all S-Rank
Shout my skate kids, we don't take shit, fuck the fake
Put my street niggas on fashion
you rap for? Ol' no passion
"They do this shit", Bitch I do this shit
Ain't got no time to just the shit
Don't speak to me, rap niggas wanna take pictures
But can't write hooks or no bridges
from round Ro, go put me back where you found Ro
Keep your fucking 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 club tonight look anything like Rashida Jones can you dance on me?
I need that 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