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We pull up in that could you hate'
This nigga Rob be 'you can't relate'
stop me on the street like 'How much longer should we wait?'
I'm like 'Ro Ransom so the future that his came late'
He's all devotion, is a lonely life
But this classic ever came easy
So its right
We down by East Village, these on uppers...we roam at night
Discussing the landscape, laughing my ass off with the homies like...(this is funny)
'Niggas to bring New York back?' (let's push it forward)
Man ain't in my backyard selling crack, its a new era
Doing 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 like you too to be a freak
Bitch, I'm a quarter through my life, we got time to be modest
Why you thought they me Future? I'm just trying to be honest
Heard 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 wanted beef
But they up when they saw me
I'm trying to up in that 'rari, why? (I love the dough)
Fuck niggas cut, I sorry bruh (You gotta 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 nigga would have been proud of all them hoes that we
I told Cam'ron I'm from 8th, he 'NIGGA WE NEIGHBORS'
Took ---- from 40/40, I said 'NIGGA WE MADE IT'
I had to turn up on these hoes for every that we dated
Woke up to a naked blonde doing yoga on me,
Flirt Cobain, Lil Wayne
Fantasize blowing out my brains daily
These need 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 shit my off
hoes on me I'm still empty
Paranoid cause too friendly
Fuck inhibition, we dying one day put in position
I'm more myself than ever, they call it going
Well I just like to I'm being open lately
Like how that kid outside Greenhouse slit through my 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 something
I ain't trying to make right now, I'm trying to it last forever
My niggas down for whatever, one up I'm always 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 never scared
I got no heart and I'm 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 shit, fuck the fake shit
Put my niggas on high fashion
you rap for? Ol' no passion
"They just do this shit", Bitch I do this
Ain't got no time to shoot the shit
Don't speak to me, fucking rap niggas wanna take
But can't write hooks or no bridges
Fuck from Ro, go put me back where you found Ro
Keep your fucking stream and a
the intro to the outro
Kept it S-Rank with this sound ho,
This that flow, nigga

If its any girl in this club tonight 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?
drinks on me