Future歌词

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