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'

Okay now Khaled told me kill 'em
He just told me kill 'em
Hundred for the beamer
Kudos to the dealer
Murder, bet I wrote it
Kudos to the killer
Chevy sittin' crooked
Teeth on Reggie Miller
I'm a motherfuckin' beast
See me in your sleep
Nightmare on any street
Swear I will murk any beat
Spread this to the industry
Lyrics like the chopper piece
Blow 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, third 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, I'm siamese
Twin pistol shooter nigga like a seven d
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 or push that lade, hop to the whip, no top on mine
Hear a nigga hate, man fuck them guys
Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie
Private plane, my seat recline, top ten charts where I reside
Copped me a house, about to sign

We the muthafuckin' best
Word to my mama
Ride presidential, got me feeling like Obama
'cause 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 that rain, I kept my flame
And I kept burning and it's my turn and
Real nigga, my hood confirm it
Now its six twos on closed curtains
And that maybach, let me take em way back
When I was starving that was payback
Nigga where that cake at?
Murder all your artists
And I I I I can feel that love, but I feel that hate
When I got that drug I feel so safe
I put it to your mug, you ain't gon' wait
For the oh oh eight, when that thing gon' fly
Got a little kick, but it ain't no tire
Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride
Now we goin' hard like I ain't gonna die
Meek mill!

Do it! okay
Smoke until I ain't got no lungs
Got her 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 you're most likely to crash
Fuck it! good thing I got a chauffeur
Going broke? no sir!
Bitch I'm a rap game stylist, 'cause I gave the rap game style bitch
But I over shine, ain't no niggas over shine
Told em it's the quarter so I guess
We're going overtime, till we 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 even 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
Your niggas don't ask how the ? feel
When you keep it right beside you
My pockets got paper on paper
This shit just look like a novel
Hundred thousand worth of ice on me now
But it don't feel half as good
As grandma saying she's proud

Forever dedicated, Maybach poetic genius
Some think they close to seeing me
Tell em they close to Stevie
You poser niggas ain't supposed to be here
We don't believe ya. double m g
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 three o five, though
That hydro make me tired, yo
My kickin' be so tai bo!
My balance be so tight rope
That's hard to find, pin striped clothes
Can't fuck with me, that knife flow
Hold the dough for me, I'm maestro, shit
That white whip sits, like a slight wrist 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 I'm in the telly making a bunch of noise
Who gon' tell me that I ain't going or I ain't flowin?
Young folarin, you see them puters
That was my influence

The towers fell
Turning to ground zero
Kicking like Reggie Jackson, Nicki Barnes their hero,
As I play rothstein
Corleone like Bob Deniro
Been through it but here though
Don't move with the weirdos
Dress pimpin' toast like leswin
Your house is on west and fourth
Mine is on west sixth
While I ride this Maserati
When I die I tell 'em to turn my coffin to stretch Benz
Rims on it, problems my mens on it
See em we stomp em out, his mouth got Timbs on it
Always smokin' a ounce, amount no tens on it
Spends on it, you have no clout, the Benz on it
What the fiends say, few roaches you need sprayed
On tours weed straight making sure
Get the pills through
Peel through as a peel as I T eight
Those cars seats gray, drop top like release dates
Vado!

Writer : AKINTIMEHIN, OLUBOWALE VICTOR / KHALED, KHALED / WINFREE, TEEYON / MCCOLISTER, ANTOINE / ANDERSON, SEAN / SAMUELS, MATTHEW JEHU / WILLIAMS, ROBERT RAHMEEK
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC