Future(Album Version) feat. Ace Hood,Wale,Meek Mill,Vado,Big Sean

歌詞

[Intro: DJ Khaled] I am the streets, the future I introduce you to Ace Hood, Meek Mills Big Sean, Wale, Vado, this the future They gettin' money, they makin' hit records They hustlin' [Ace Hood] Okay now Khaled told me kill 'em He just told me kill 'em 100 for the Beamer Kudos for the dealer Murder, bet I wrote it Kudos to the killer Chevy sittin' crooked Keep the Reggie Miller I'm a motherfuckin' beast See me in your sleep Nightmare on any street Swear I will mark any beat Spread this to the industry Lyrics like a chopper piece Flow right through your fitted T Pull this through with chemistry Hottest nigga 'round, they saying Greatness is my tendency No such thing as sympathy More money, my remedy, pockets on, heavy D Bitch I'm hot, 3rd degree, whip I drive? Owned by me Wrists in the air, anti-freeze, can it be? I'm who you dying to be' Last of a dying breed, I'm Siamese Twin pistol shooter nigga like a 7B Big dog, get it, you still on your pedigree Yeah, fly nigga with some stupid swag Dead faces keep my money in the body bag And the G-U-T-T-A, hop in the whip and I gotta get paid Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid Walk in my house you can meet my maid And you give a damn you can push that Lac Push that Benz on, push that lade, hop to the whip, no top on mine Niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie I been paying my secret client, talk to [?], what I resign [?] your house, about to sign [Meek Mill] We the motherfucking best Word to my mama Wild presidential, got me feeling like Obama All I want is change And my niggas they wanted the same I wanted the money And never the fame I turned into something they never became Through all the rain, I kept my flame And I kept burning and it's my turn and Real nigga my hood confirm it Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains And that Maybach, let me take em way back When I was starving that was payback Nigga where that cake at? I want y'all to see now I feel that love, I feel that hate I put it to your mug, you gonna faint When that thing gonna fly Got a little kick, but it ain't no tire Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gonna ride Let me go hard like I ain't gonna die Meek Mill! [Big Sean] Do it! OK Smoke until I ain't got no lungs Got it going down, no teeth I call it "speaking tongues" Do it! Do it! Now you speaking my language When they twist and talk with they fingers Man this ain't no sign language Fresh out of the ashes it's a Detroit fucking classic from when MM got the masses. Trick Trick got them passes Bitch I'm from the Motor, Motor Yeah that motor be the fastest Bitch, they call it Motor City Cause I'm most likely to crash Fuck it! Good thing I got a chauffeur... Going broke? No sir! Bitch I'm a rap game stylist, because I gave the rap game style Bitch But I overshine Told em it's the quarter so I guess We're going overtime. Dumb high, dumb high Westside, bitch. I run mine I'm rolling around in my old school, I feel like the alumni Fucking hoes, no strings attached So don't ask me why they strung out I'm like Jordan to you niggas I might need to stick my tongue out She wiggled and wobble/bobbled Then landed on my throttle Bitch, I might make you my baby And even buy you a bottle That's how they talk to you? [?] people like Versace My pockets got paper on paper This shit just look like a novel 100 thousand worth of ice on me now... But it don't feel half as good As grandma saying she's proud... [Wale] Forever dedicated, my poetic genius Something they close to seeing Tell em they close, they scheming You poser niggas ain't supposed to be here We don't believe ya. Y'all run them? We put a wreath on niggas' careers We the best, Khaled No need to stress, Khaled Know there's a lot of artists But I got the best palette Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others Murray the winner, you 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 Hold the dough for me, I'm maestro, shit That white whip shit On the side, wrists slit Suicide shit, you can by shit if you write this shit Right this minute, they say I'm buzzing hard My driver's out of this world, you playing Bumper cars. You niggas under cause You should be unemployed All you smokers Reggie, [?] making a bunch of noise Who gonna tell me that I ain't going? Young Folarin, you see them puters That was my influence [Vado] The twin towers fell Turning to Ground Zero Kicking like Reggie Jackson, Nicki Barnes Their hero, as I play? Corleone like Bob De Niro Been through it here though Don't move with the weirdos Dress pimping like? Your house is on West and 4th Mine is on West 6th While I ride this Maserati