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We pull up in that could you hate'
This nigga Rob be cooking 'you relate'
Women stop me on the street like 'How much should we wait?'
I'm like 'Ro Ransom so the future his tape came late'
He's all devotion, this is a lonely
But nothing this classic ever came
So its right
We by East Village, these models on uppers...we roam at night
Discussing the landscape, laughing my ass off the homies like...(this shit is funny)
'Niggas to bring New York back?' (let's push it forward)
Man ain't nobody in my backyard crack, its a new era
Doing donuts in the Carrera
It ain't mine though, its my young jawn's, and she fine
Thats a note (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 they call me Future? I'm just trying to be honest
Heard they calling for the answer, well they got it
Nigga I up, thats all me
Now the game's fucked, balls deep
Niggas talked like they wanted beef
But changed up when they saw me
I'm trying to wake up in that 'rari, (I love the dough)
Fuck cut, I ain't sorry bruh (You gotta go)
When Greg pops died I said I'm going for that nigga
I can't thank him for treating me like his kid
even drop off a bag for all the shit that he did
Man my nigga have 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 'NIGGA WE MADE IT'
I had to up on these hoes for every bitch that we dated
Woke up to a naked blonde yoga on me, damn
Flirt Cobain, Lil Wayne
Fantasize about blowing out my daily
These kids me though, where they gon get the real
These other CB4, I keep it 100 like
Undertaker at Mania, Not to mention CM Punk quit
Fuck shit my off
hoes on me I'm still empty
Paranoid cause they too
inhibition, we dying one day put yourself in position
I'm myself than ever, they call it going crazy
Well I just like to think I'm being lately
Like how that kid outside slit through my coat and grazed me
How that'll go, I'm not I'll let you know
Ya'll went on tour I stayed at home, I knew I could make better
I ain't trying to make right now, I'm trying to 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 everywhere was you ever
(Dance shit bitch, you Fred Astaire)
girl came, off top, like a head 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 with me?
Got 150 running with me, all S-Rank
Shout my skate kids, we take shit, fuck the fake shit
Put my street niggas on fashion
What you rap for? Ol' no
"They do this shit", Bitch I do this shit
Ain't got no to just shoot the shit
speak to me, fucking rap niggas wanna take pictures
But write hooks or no damn bridges
Fuck round Ro, go put me back where you found Ro
Keep fucking stream and a download
From the intro to the
Kept it S-Rank with this sound ho,
This 'do-this-shit-for-my-town' 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 club tonight that look like Rashida Jones can you dance on me?
drinks on me