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[00:01.21]I am the streets the future
[00:04.53]I introduce you to Ace Hood Meek Mills
[00:09.97]Big Sean Wale Vado this the future
[00:18.79]They gettin' money they makin' hit records
[00:23.60]They hustlin'
[00:25.16]Okay now Khaled told me kill 'em
[00:26.79]He just told me kill 'em
[00:28.54]100 for the Beamer
[00:29.85]Kudos for the dealer
[00:31.50]Murder bet I wrote it
[00:33.25]Kudos to the killer
[00:34.81]Chevy sittin' crooked
[00:36.06]Keep the Reggie Miller
[00:38.01]I'm a mother****in' beast
[00:39.32]See me in your sleep
[00:41.14]Nightmare on any street
[00:42.76]Swear I will mark any beat
[00:44.38]Spread this to the industry
[00:45.94]Lyrics like a chopper piece
[00:47.57]Flow right through your fitted T
[00:49.07]Pull this through with chemistry
[00:50.76]Hottest ni**a 'round they saying
[00:52.32]Greatness is my tendency
[00:53.89]No such thing as sympathy
[00:55.14]More money my remedy pockets on heavy D
[00:58.63]b***h I'm hot 3rd degree whip I drive Owned by me
[01:01.88]Wrists in the air anti-freeze can it be
[01:05.64]I'm who you dying to be'
[01:06.95]Last of a dying breed I'm Siamese
[01:10.20]Twin pistol shooter ni**a like a 7B
[01:13.01]Big dog get it you still on your pedigree
[01:17.07]Yeah fly ni**a with some stupid swag
[01:19.70]Dead faces keep my money in the body bag
[01:22.95]And the G-U-T-T-A hop in the whip and I gotta get paid
[01:25.58]**** them b*****s ain't trying to get laid
[01:27.01]Walk in my house you can meet my maid
[01:28.51]And you give a damn you can push that Lac
[01:30.20]Push that Benz on push that lade hop to the whip no top on mine
[01:32.58]Niggas gonna hate man **** them guys
[01:35.26]Real ni**a shit don't tell no lie
[01:36.45]I been paying my secret client talk to [ ] what I resign
[01:39.58][ ] your house about to sign
[01:41.33]We the mother****ing best
[01:43.20]Word to my mama
[01:44.77]Wild presidential got me feeling like Obama
[01:47.95]All I want is change
[01:49.45]And my niggas they wanted the same
[01:50.89]I wanted the money
[01:51.51]And never the fame
[01:52.26]I turned into something they never became
[01:54.20]Through all the rain I kept my flame
[01:55.64]And I kept burning and it's my turn and
[01:57.14]Real ni**a my hood confirm it
[01:58.89]Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains
[02:00.51]And that Maybach let me take em way back
[02:02.58]When I was starving that was payback
[02:04.45]Ni**a where that cake at
[02:05.64]I want y'all to see now
[02:07.33]I feel that love I feel that hate
[02:09.82]I put it to your mug you gonna faint
[02:11.76]When that thing gonna fly
[02:13.58]Got a little kick but it ain't no tire
[02:16.20]Niggas talk murder but they ain't gonna ride
[02:17.89]Let me go hard like I ain't gonna die
[02:19.58]Meek Mill
[02:20.45]Do it OK
[02:22.46]Smoke until I ain't got no lungs
[02:24.39]Got it going down no teeth
[02:26.26]I call it "speaking tongues"
[02:27.71]Do it Do it
[02:29.65]Now you speaking my language
[02:30.70]When they twist and talk with they fingers
[02:32.27]Man this ain't no sign language
[02:33.71]Fresh out of the ashes it's a
[02:35.58]Detroit ****ing classic from when
[02:37.20]MM got the masses Trick Trick got them passes
[02:40.08]b***h I'm from the Motor Motor
[02:41.64]Yeah that motor be the fastest
[02:43.17]b***h they call it Motor City
[02:44.77]Cause I'm most likely to crash
[02:46.77]**** it Good thing I got a chauffeur
[02:49.89]Going broke No sir
[02:53.45]b***h I'm a rap game stylist because I gave the rap game style b***h
[02:59.91]But I overshine
[03:01.05]Told em it's the quarter so I guess
[03:04.30]We're going overtime Dumb high dumb high
[03:07.36]Westside b***h I run mine
[03:09.05]I'm rolling around in my old school I feel like the alumni
[03:11.99]****ing hoes no strings attached
[03:13.42]So don't ask me why they strung out
[03:15.17]I'm like Jordan to you niggas
[03:16.80]I might need to stick my tongue out
[03:18.36]She wiggled and wobble/bobbled
[03:19.99]Then landed on my throttle
[03:21.23]b***h I might make you my baby
[03:22.86]And even buy you a bottle
[03:24.42]That's how they talk to you
[03:26.17][ ] people like Versace
[03:29.80]My pockets got paper on paper
[03:30.80]This shit just look like a novel
[03:32.11]100 thousand worth of ice on me now
[03:34.57]But it don't feel half as good
[03:36.07]As grandma saying she's proud
[03:39.40]Forever dedicated my poetic genius
[03:41.02]Something they close to seeing
[03:42.59]Tell em they close they scheming
[03:44.27]You poser niggas ain't supposed to be here
[03:46.73]We don't believe ya Y'all run them
[03:48.30]We put a wreath on niggas' careers
[03:50.48]We the best Khaled
[03:52.42]No need to stress Khaled
[03:53.79]Know there's a lot of artists
[03:55.35]But I got the best palette
[03:57.04]Multiple colors my mind's more productive than others
[04:00.01]Murray the winner you think he really
[04:02.20]Nelson Mandela
[04:04.07]That's fire though One time for the 305 though
[04:06.14]That hydro make me tired yo
[04:07.77]My kicking be so Tai Bo
[04:09.20]My balance be so tight rope
[04:10.82]That's hard to find
[04:11.64]Hold the dough for me I'm maestro shit
[04:13.95]That white whip shit
[04:15.51]On the side wrists slit
[04:19.70]Suicide shit you can by shit if you write this shit
[04:22.51]Right this minute they say I'm buzzing hard
[04:25.57]My driver's out of this world you playing
[04:27.76]Bumper cars You niggas under cause
[04:30.27]You should be unemployed
[04:32.08]All you smokers Reggie [ ] making a bunch of noise
[04:35.08]Who gonna tell me that I ain't going
[04:37.14]Young Folarin you see them puters
[04:40.26]That was my influence
[04:41.89]The twin towers fell
[04:42.94]Turning to Ground Zero
[04:44.12]Kicking like Reggie Jackson Nicki Barnes
[04:46.68]Their hero as I play
[04:48.25]Corleone like Bob De Niro
[04:50.62]Been through it here though
[04:52.19]Don't move with the weirdos
[04:53.94]Dress pimping like
[04:57.02]Your house is on West and 4th
[04:58.64]Mine is on West 6th
[05:00.21]While I ride this Maserati

文本歌词

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
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 mother****in' 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 ni**a 'round they saying
Greatness is my tendency
No such thing as sympathy
More money my remedy pockets on heavy D
b***h 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 ni**a like a 7B
Big dog get it you still on your pedigree
Yeah fly ni**a 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
**** them b*****s 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 **** them guys
Real ni**a shit don't tell no lie
I been paying my secret client talk to what I resign
your house about to sign
We the mother****ing 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 ni**a 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
Ni**a 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
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 ****ing classic from when
MM got the masses Trick Trick got them passes
b***h I'm from the Motor Motor
Yeah that motor be the fastest
b***h they call it Motor City
Cause I'm most likely to crash
**** it Good thing I got a chauffeur
Going broke No sir
b***h I'm a rap game stylist because I gave the rap game style b***h
But I overshine
Told em it's the quarter so I guess
We're going overtime Dumb high dumb high
Westside b***h I run mine
I'm rolling around in my old school I feel like the alumni
****ing 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
b***h 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
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
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