I am the streets, the future I introduce you to Ace Hood, Meek Mills, Big Sean, Wale, Vado This the future They getting money, they making hit records They hustling[Verse 1 — Ace Hood] Okay now Khaled told me kill them He just told me kill them Hundred for the BeamerKudos to the dealer Murder, bet I wrote it Kudos to the killers Chevy sitting crooked Keep the Reggie MillerI'm a mother******g beast See me in your sleep Nigh******are on any street Swear I will mark any beat Spread this to the industry Lyrics like a chopper piece Blow right through your fitted TPull this through with chemistry Hottest ************* around, they saying Greatness is my tendency No such thing as sympathy More money, my remedy, pockets on, Heavy D************* I'm hot, 3rd degree, whip I drive? Owned by me Wrists and neck, anti-freeze, can it be? I'm who you dying to be Last of a dying breed, tote the SiameseTwin pistol, shoot ************* like a 7 DBig dog, get it? You still on your pedigree Yeah, fly ************* with some stupid swag Dead faces, keep my money in a body bag And I'm G- U-T-T-A, hop in the whip and I got to get paid ************* them *******, ain't trying to get laid Walk in my house, you can meet my maid Any given day I'ma push that ' LacPush that Benz on, I'ma push that lake Hop to the whip, no top on mine Hear a ************* hate, man ************* them guys Real ************* *************t, don't tell no lie Private plane, my seat recline Top ten charts where I resideCome to your house and run inside[Verse 2 - Meek Mill] Meek Mill! We the mother******g best Word to my mama Rock presidential, got me feeling like ObamaBecause all I wanted was change And my *************s they wanted the same I wanted the money, and never the fame I turned into something they never became Through all that rain, I kept my flame And I kept burning and it's my turn and Real ************* my hood confirm it Now it's 6 2′s on closed curtains And that Maybach, let me take them way back When I was starving, now it's payback ************* where that cake at? Murder all your artists And I, I, I can feel that love, but I feel that hate When I got that slug, I just feel so safe I put it to your mug, it ain't gone wait It go away when that thing gone fly Got a little kick, but it ain't no tire *************s try murder, but they ain't gone ride Let me go hard like I ain't going to die Meek Mill![Verse 3 - Big Sean] Smoke until I got no lungs Got her going down, no teeth I call it "speaking tongues" Do it! Do it! Now you speaking my language From where they twist and talk with they fingers Man, but this ain't no sign language Yes, fresh out of the ashes it's a Detroit ******g classic From where MM got the masses, Trick Trick got them passes ************* I'm from the Motor, Motor Yeah, that motor be the fastest *************, they call it Motor City Because you're most likely to crash ************* it!Good thing I got a chauffeur, chauffeur Going broke? No sir!************* I'm a rap game stylist, because I gave the rap game style, ************* But I over *************ne Ain't no *************s over *************ne Told them "Roll up five quarters" so I guess we're going overtime Till we dumb high, dumb high Westside, *************, I run mine I'm rolling around in my old school, I feel like the alumni ******g hoes, no strings attached So don't ask me why they strung out I'm like Jordan to you *************s I might need to stick my tongue out She wiggled and wobble, bobbled Then land on my throttle *************, I might make you my baby And even buy you a bottle Your *************s don't ask how the top feel When you keep them right beside you My pockets got paper on paper This *************t just look like a novel Hundred thousand worth of ice on me now But it don't feel half as good as Grandma say, and she proud[Verse 4 - Wale] Forever dedicated, made my poetic genius Some think they close to seeing me Tell them they close to StevieYou poser *************s ain't supposed to be here We don't believe you Double MG, and we put a wreath on *************s' career We the best, KhaledNo need to stress, KhaledKnow there's a lot of artists But I got the best palette Multiple colors, my mind is more productive than others Murray the winner, he think he really Nelson Mandela That's fire though, one time for the 305, though That hydro make me tired, yo My kicking be so Tai Bo!My balance be so tight rope That's hard to find, quick try flow Give up with me, that knife flow Hold over me, I'm maestro, *************t That white whip sit Like a slight wrist slit Suicide *************t, you can by *************t, if you write this *************t *************, and right this minute, they say I'm buzzing hard My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars. You *************s under cause You should be unemployed All you smoke is Reggie, I'm in the tellie, bunch of noise Who gone tell me that I ain't going, that I ain't flowing? Young Folarin, you see them puters That was my influence[Verse 5 - Vado] The towers fell Turn into Ground Zero Kissing like Reggie Jackson, Nicky Barnes, they hero As I play RothsteinCorleone like Rob De Niro Been through it, but here though **** move in the weirdos Dress pimping the toast like let's win Your house is on West and 4th pipes and Lex winWhile me in a Maserati bricking his best friends When I die, tell them to turn my coffin to stretch BenzRims on it, problems? My man's on See him, we stomp him out His mouth, my Timbs' on it Only smoking a ounce, a mountain, no tens on it Spins on it, you have no cloud, the Benz on it What the fiends say? Few roses, you need spray, on tours, eat straight Making sure all your feet sprayed Get the pills through, peel through SRT-8Trunk on, seats gray, drop tops like release dates Vado
I am the streets, the future I introduce you to Ace Hood, Meek Mills, Big Sean, Wale, Vado This the future They getting money, they making hit records They hustling[Verse 1 — Ace Hood] Okay now Khaled told me kill them He just told me kill them Hundred for the BeamerKudos to the dealer Murder, bet I wrote it Kudos to the killers Chevy sitting crooked Keep the Reggie MillerI'm a mother******g beast See me in your sleep Nigh******are on any street Swear I will mark any beat Spread this to the industry Lyrics like a chopper piece Blow right through your fitted TPull this through with chemistry Hottest ************* around, they saying Greatness is my tendency No such thing as sympathy More money, my remedy, pockets on, Heavy D************* I'm hot, 3rd degree, whip I drive? Owned by me Wrists and neck, anti-freeze, can it be? I'm who you dying to be Last of a dying breed, tote the SiameseTwin pistol, shoot ************* like a 7 DBig dog, get it? You still on your pedigree Yeah, fly ************* with some stupid swag Dead faces, keep my money in a body bag And I'm G- U-T-T-A, hop in the whip and I got to get paid ************* them *******, ain't trying to get laid Walk in my house, you can meet my maid Any given day I'ma push that ' LacPush that Benz on, I'ma push that lake Hop to the whip, no top on mine Hear a ************* hate, man ************* them guys Real ************* *************t, don't tell no lie Private plane, my seat recline Top ten charts where I resideCome to your house and run inside[Verse 2 - Meek Mill] Meek Mill! We the mother******g best Word to my mama Rock presidential, got me feeling like ObamaBecause all I wanted was change And my *************s they wanted the same I wanted the money, and never the fame I turned into something they never became Through all that rain, I kept my flame And I kept burning and it's my turn and Real ************* my hood confirm it Now it's 6 2′s on closed curtains And that Maybach, let me take them way back When I was starving, now it's payback ************* where that cake at? Murder all your artists And I, I, I can feel that love, but I feel that hate When I got that slug, I just feel so safe I put it to your mug, it ain't gone wait It go away when that thing gone fly Got a little kick, but it ain't no tire *************s try murder, but they ain't gone ride Let me go hard like I ain't going to die Meek Mill![Verse 3 - Big Sean] Smoke until I got no lungs Got her going down, no teeth I call it "speaking tongues" Do it! Do it! Now you speaking my language From where they twist and talk with they fingers Man, but this ain't no sign language Yes, fresh out of the ashes it's a Detroit ******g classic From where MM got the masses, Trick Trick got them passes ************* I'm from the Motor, Motor Yeah, that motor be the fastest *************, they call it Motor City Because you're most likely to crash ************* it!Good thing I got a chauffeur, chauffeur Going broke? No sir!************* I'm a rap game stylist, because I gave the rap game style, ************* But I over *************ne Ain't no *************s over *************ne Told them "Roll up five quarters" so I guess we're going overtime Till we dumb high, dumb high Westside, *************, I run mine I'm rolling around in my old school, I feel like the alumni ******g hoes, no strings attached So don't ask me why they strung out I'm like Jordan to you *************s I might need to stick my tongue out She wiggled and wobble, bobbled Then land on my throttle *************, I might make you my baby And even buy you a bottle Your *************s don't ask how the top feel When you keep them right beside you My pockets got paper on paper This *************t just look like a novel Hundred thousand worth of ice on me now But it don't feel half as good as Grandma say, and she proud[Verse 4 - Wale] Forever dedicated, made my poetic genius Some think they close to seeing me Tell them they close to StevieYou poser *************s ain't supposed to be here We don't believe you Double MG, and we put a wreath on *************s' career We the best, KhaledNo need to stress, KhaledKnow there's a lot of artists But I got the best palette Multiple colors, my mind is more productive than others Murray the winner, he think he really Nelson Mandela That's fire though, one time for the 305, though That hydro make me tired, yo My kicking be so Tai Bo!My balance be so tight rope That's hard to find, quick try flow Give up with me, that knife flow Hold over me, I'm maestro, *************t That white whip sit Like a slight wrist slit Suicide *************t, you can by *************t, if you write this *************t *************, and right this minute, they say I'm buzzing hard My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars. You *************s under cause You should be unemployed All you smoke is Reggie, I'm in the tellie, bunch of noise Who gone tell me that I ain't going, that I ain't flowing? Young Folarin, you see them puters That was my influence[Verse 5 - Vado] The towers fell Turn into Ground Zero Kissing like Reggie Jackson, Nicky Barnes, they hero As I play RothsteinCorleone like Rob De Niro Been through it, but here though **** move in the weirdos Dress pimping the toast like let's win Your house is on West and 4th pipes and Lex winWhile me in a Maserati bricking his best friends When I die, tell them to turn my coffin to stretch BenzRims on it, problems? My man's on See him, we stomp him out His mouth, my Timbs' on it Only smoking a ounce, a mountain, no tens on it Spins on it, you have no cloud, the Benz on it What the fiends say? Few roses, you need spray, on tours, eat straight Making sure all your feet sprayed Get the pills through, peel through SRT-8Trunk on, seats gray, drop tops like release dates Vado
