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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 like 'How much longer 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 with the 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
donuts in the blue Carrera
It ain't mine though, its my jawn's, and she fine though
Thats a note (that's a sidenote)
Don't act you too good 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 game's fucked, that's balls
Niggas talked shit like they wanted
But they changed up when saw me
I'm trying to wake up in 'rari, why? (I love the dough)
Fuck niggas cut, I ain't sorry bruh (You go)
When Greg died I said I'm going hard for that nigga
I can't even thank him for treating me his kid
even drop off a bag for all the shit that he did
Man my would have been proud of all them hoes that we slid
I told Cam'ron I'm from 8th, he said WE NEIGHBORS'
Took ---- home from 40/40, I '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 Staley
Fantasize about blowing out my brains
These kids need me though, where gon get the real
These other rappers CB4, I keep it 100
Undertaker lost at Mania, Not to mention CM quit
shit my symmetry's 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, call it going crazy
Well I just like to think I'm being lately
Like how that kid outside Greenhouse slit my coat and grazed me
How that'll go, I'm not I'll let you know
Ya'll went on I stayed at home, I knew I could make something better
I ain't trying to make 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 was you ever 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 heart and I'm dead in
is my city, who's fucking 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 niggas on high
What you rap Ol' no passion
"They just do shit", Bitch I do this shit
Ain't got no time to just shoot the
Don't speak to me, fucking rap wanna take pictures
But can't hooks or no damn bridges
Fuck from round Ro, go put me where you found Ro
Keep fucking stream and a download
the intro to the outro
Kept it S-Rank this sound ho, nigga
that 'do-this-shit-for-my-town' flow, nigga

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