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We up in that 'How could you hate'
This nigga Rob be cooking can't relate'
Women stop me on the street like 'How much longer we wait?'
I'm like 'Ro Ransom so the future that his tape late'
He's all devotion, this is a life
But this classic ever came easy
So its right
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 trying to New York back?' (let's push it forward)
Man ain't nobody in my selling crack, its a new era
Doing in the blue Carrera
It ain't mine though, its my young jawn's, and she though
Thats a note (that's a sidenote)
act like you too good to be a freak
Bitch, I'm a quarter through my life, we got time to be modest
Why you thought they call me Future? I'm just trying to be
Heard they calling for the answer, well they got it
Nigga I came up, all me
Now the game's fucked, balls deep
Niggas talked shit they wanted beef
But they up when they saw me
I'm trying to wake up in 'rari, why? (I love the dough)
Fuck niggas cut, I ain't sorry (You gotta go)
When Greg pops died I said I'm going for that nigga
I can't even thank him for me like his kid
Can't 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 I'm from 8th, he said 'NIGGA WE NEIGHBORS'
Took ---- home from 40/40, I said WE MADE IT'
I had to turn up on these hoes for every that we dated
Woke up to a naked blonde yoga on me, damn
Cobain, Lil Wayne Staley
Fantasize about out my brains daily
These kids need me though, where they gon get the
other rappers CB4, I keep it 100 like
Undertaker at Mania, Not to mention CM Punk quit
shit my symmetry's off
These on me I'm still empty
Paranoid they too friendly
Fuck inhibition, we dying one day put yourself in
I'm more than ever, they call it going crazy
Well I just like to think I'm being open
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 I could make something better
I ain't trying to make right now, I'm trying to 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 head of (at the barber shop)
Or a freestyle, I ain't scared
I got no heart and I'm dead in
is my city, who's fucking with me?
Got 150 niggas with me, all S-Rank
Shout my kids, we don't take shit, fuck the fake shit
Put my street on high fashion
you rap for? Ol' no passion
"They do this shit", Bitch I do this shit
Ain't got no to just shoot the shit
Don't speak to me, fucking rap niggas 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
the intro to the outro
Kept it S-Rank with this ho, nigga
This that 'do-this-shit-for-my-town' flow,

If its any girl in this tonight that look 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 that look anything like Rashida Jones can you dance on me?
Free on me