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We pull up in 'How could you hate'
This nigga Rob be 'you can't relate'
Women me on the street like 'How much longer should we wait?'
I'm like 'Ro so the future that his tape came late'
all devotion, this is a lonely life
But this classic ever came easy
So its only
We down by East Village, models on uppers...we roam at night
Discussing the landscape, laughing my ass off with the homies like...(this is funny)
trying to bring New York 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 mine though, its my jawn's, and she fine though
a side note (that's a sidenote)
Don't act 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 trying to be honest
Heard they for the answer, well they finally got it
I came up, thats all me
Now the fucked, that's balls deep
Niggas talked shit like 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 (You gotta go)
When Greg pops died I said I'm hard for that nigga
I even thank him for treating me like his kid
Can't even off a bag for all the shit that he did
Man my nigga would have proud of all them hoes that we slid
I Cam'ron I'm from 8th, he said 'NIGGA WE NEIGHBORS'
Took ---- home from 40/40, I 'NIGGA WE MADE IT'
I had to turn up on hoes for every bitch that we dated
Woke up to a blonde doing yoga on me, damn
Flirt Cobain, Lil Staley
Fantasize blowing out my brains daily
These kids me though, where they gon get the real
These other CB4, I keep it 100 like
lost at Mania, Not to mention CM Punk quit
Fuck my symmetry's off
These hoes on me I'm empty
Paranoid cause they too
Fuck inhibition, we dying one day put yourself in
I'm more myself than ever, they it going crazy
Well I just to think I'm being open lately
how that kid outside Greenhouse slit through my coat and grazed me
How that'll go, I'm not sure I'll let you
Ya'll went on tour I stayed at home, I knew I could make better
I ain't to make right now, I'm trying to make it last forever
My niggas for whatever, one hand up I'm always saying
West side jawn give it away, she a Red

Boy I'm everywhere was you there?
(Dance around 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 and I'm dead in there
This is my city, who's with me?
Got 150 niggas with me, all S-Rank
Shout my skate kids, we don't take shit, fuck the shit
Put my street on high fashion
you rap for? Ol' no passion
"They just do shit", Bitch I do this shit
got no time to just shoot the shit
Don't speak to me, fucking rap niggas wanna take
But can't write hooks or no damn
Fuck from round Ro, go put me back where you Ro
your fucking stream and a download
From the to the outro
Kept it S-Rank with sound ho, nigga
This that flow, nigga

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