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We up in that 'How could you hate'
This nigga Rob be 'you can't relate'
Women stop me on the street 'How much longer should we wait?'
I'm like 'Ro Ransom so the that his tape came late'
He's all devotion, this is a lonely
But nothing this classic ever easy
So its only
We by East Village, these models on uppers...we roam at night
Discussing the landscape, my ass off with the homies like...(this shit is funny)
'Niggas to bring New York back?' (let's push it forward)
Man nobody in my backyard selling crack, its a new era
Doing in the blue 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 quarter my life, we ain't got time to be modest
Why you thought they call me Future? I'm just trying to be
they calling for the answer, well they finally got it
Nigga I up, thats all me
Now the fucked, that's balls deep
Niggas shit like they wanted beef
But they changed up when saw me
I'm trying to wake up in that 'rari, why? (I the dough)
Fuck niggas cut, I ain't bruh (You gotta go)
When Greg 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 been proud of all them hoes that we
I told I'm from 8th, he said 'NIGGA WE NEIGHBORS'
Took home from 40/40, I said 'NIGGA WE MADE IT'
I had to turn up on hoes for every bitch that we dated
Woke up to a naked blonde yoga on me, damn
Flirt Cobain, Lil Wayne
about blowing out my brains daily
These kids need me though, where gon get the real
These other rappers CB4, I it 100 like
Undertaker lost at Mania, Not to mention CM Punk
Fuck my symmetry's off
These hoes on me I'm still
Paranoid cause they too
inhibition, we dying one day put yourself in position
I'm more myself ever, they call it going crazy
I just like to think 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 on tour I stayed at home, I knew I could make something better
I ain't 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 shit 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 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, the fake shit
Put my street niggas on fashion
What you rap Ol' no passion
"They do this shit", Bitch I do this shit
Ain't got no time to shoot the shit
Don't speak to me, fucking rap wanna take pictures
But can't write or no damn bridges
Fuck from round Ro, go put me back where you Ro
Keep your stream and a download
From the to the outro
Kept it S-Rank this sound ho, nigga
This 'do-this-shit-for-my-town' flow, nigga

If its any girl in 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?
drinks on me