Album: We The Best Forever (2011)
  • 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 for 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 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, 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 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, hops 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, hear a nigga hate, man fuck them guys
    Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie
    Private plane, my seat recline, top 10 charts, where I reside
    Got me a house ?

    We the muthafuckin best, word to my mama
    Ridin' 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 the rain, I kept my flame
    And I kept burning and its 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?
    Murder all your artists
    And I, I, I, I can feel that love,
    But I feel that hate
    When I got that ? I just feel so safe
    I put it to your mug, you ain't gon' wake
    When that thing gon' fly
    Got a little kick, but it ain't no tired
    Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride
    Now we goin' hard like I ain't gonna die
    Meek Mill!

    Do it! OK
    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
    Fresh out of the ashes
    This 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 the rap game stylist,
    'Cause I gave the rap game style bitch
    But I over shine, ain't no niggas over Sean
    Toll rollin by the quarter so I guess we're going overtime.
    'Til we're 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
    Yo niggas don't ask how the top feel?
    When you keep em' right beside you
    My pockets got paper on paper
    This shit just look like a novel boy
    100 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 MG'er, 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, he think he really
    Nelson Mandela
    That's fire though.
    One time for the 305, though
    That hydro make me tired, yo
    My kickin be so Tai Bo!
    My balance be so tight rope
    That's hard to find Quick Tri-Flow
    Get rough With me, that Night flow
    Hoes blow for me, I maestro, shit
    That white whip sit
    Like a slight wrist slit
    Suicide shit, you can by shit if you write this shit
    Nigga and right this minute, they say I'm buzzing hard
    My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars.
    You niggas under-cards
    You should be unemployed
    All you smoke is Reggie, I'm in the telly 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
    Kids didn't like Reggie Jackson
    Nicki Barnes their hero
    As I play Rothstein, Corleone like Rob De Niro
    Been through it but here though
    Don't move with the weirdos
    Dress pimpin' the toast like let's win
    Penthouses on West and 4th, pipes and Mac 6
    While me in a Maserati bricking his best friends
    When I die, tell them to turn my coffin to stretch Benz rims on it
    Problems? My man's on, see him, we stomp him out
    His mouth, our Timbs' on it
    Always smoking a ounce, a mountain, no tens on it
    Spins on it, you have no clout, the Benz on it
    What the fiends say?
    Few roaches, you need spray, on tours, eat straight
    Making sure all your feet sprayed
    Get the pills through, peel through SRT-8 truck on, seats gray
    Drop tops like release dates, Vado Writer/s: MATTHEW SAMUELS, SEAN ANDERSON, KHALED KHALED, OLUBOWALE VICTOR AKINTIMEHIN, ANTOINE MCCOLISTER, J. THOMPSON, ROBERT WILLIAMS, TEEYON WINFREE, Richard Jon White, Christopher Frederick Thompson, Julie Elaine Claytor, Mark Gaudet
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