DJ Khaled - Future Lyrics
[Intro: DJ Khaled]I am the streets, the futureI introduce you to Ace Hood, Meek MillsBig Sean, Wale, Vado, this the futureThey gettin' money, they makin' hit recordsThey hustlin'[Verse 1: Ace Hood]Okay now Khaled told me kill 'emHe just told me kill 'em100 for the BeamerKudos for the dealerMurder, bet I wrote itKudos to the killerChevy sittin' crookedKeep the Reggie MillerI'm a mother*****in' beastSee me in your sleepNightmare on any streetSwear I will mark any beatSpread this to the industryLyrics like a chopper pieceFlow right through your fitted TPull this through with chemistryHottest nigga 'round, they sayingGreatness is my tendencyNo such thing as sympathyMore money, my remedy, pockets on, heavy D***** I'm hot, 3rd degree, whip I drive? Owned by meWrists in the air, anti-freeze, can it be?I'm who you dying to be'Last of a dying breed, I'm siameseTwin pistol shooter nigga like a 7BBig dog, get it, you still on your pedigreeYeah, fly nigga with some stupid swagDead faces keep my money in the body bagAnd the G-U-T-T-A, hop in the whip and I gotta get paid***** them *****es, ain't trying to get laidWalk in my house you can meet my maidAnd you give a damn you can push that LacPush that Benz on, push that (?), hop to the whip, no top on mineNiggas gonna hate, man ***** them guysReal nigga shit, don't tell no lieI been paying my secret client, talk to (?), what I resign(?) your house, about to sign[Meek Mill]We the mutha*****in bestWord to my mamaWild presidential, got me feeling like ObamaAll I want is changeAnd my niggas they wanted the sameI wanted the moneyAnd never the fameI turned into something they never becameThrough all the rain, I kept my flameAnd I kept burning and it's my turn andReal nigga my hood confirm itNow it's 6 2's on closed curtainsAnd that Maybach, let me take em way backWhen I was starving that was paybackNigga where that cake at?I wan't y'all to see nowI feel that love, I feel that hateI put it to your mug, you gon faintWhen that thing gon flyGot a little kick, but it ain't no tire? are ready, but they ain't gon rideLet me go hard like I ain't gonna dieMeek Mill![Big Sean]Do it! OKSmoke until I ain't got no lungsGot it going down, no teethI call it "speaking tongues"Do it! Do it!Now you speaking my languageWhen they twist and talk with they fingersMan this ain't no sign languageFresh out of the ashes it's aDetroit *****ing classic from whenMM got the masses. Trick Trick got them passes***** I'm from the Motor, MotorYeah that motor be the fastest*****, they call it Motor CityCause I'm most likely to crash***** it! Good thing I got a chauffeur...Going broke? No sir!***** I'm a rap game stylist, because I gave the rap game style *****But I overshineTold em it's the quarter so I guessWe're going overtime. Dumb high, dumb highWestside, *****. I run mineI'm rolling around in my old school, I feel like the alumni*****ing hoes, no strings attachedSo don't ask me why they strung outI'm like Jordan to you niggasI might need to stick my tongue outShe wiggled and wobble/bobbledThen landed on my throttle*****, I might make you my babyAnd even buy you a bottleThat's how they talk to you?? people like VersaceMy pockets got paper on paperThis shit just look like a novel100 thousand worth of ice on me now...But it don't feel half as goodAs grandma saying she's proud...[Wale]Forever dedicated, my poetic geniusSomething they close to seeingTell em they close, they schemingYou poser niggas ain't supposed to be hereWe don't believe ya. Y'all run them?We put a wreath on niggas' careersWe the best, KhaledNo need to stress, KhaledKnow there's a lot of artistsBut I got the best paletteMultiple colors, my mind's more productive than othersMurray the winner, you think he reallyNelson MandelaThat's fire though. One time for the 305, thoughThat hydro make me tired, yoMy kickin be so Tai Bo!My balance be so tight ropeThat's hard to findHold the dough for me, I'm maestro, shiitThat white whip shitOn the side, wrists slitSuicide shit, you can by shit if you write this shitRight this minute, they say I'm buzzing hardMy driver's out of this world, you playingBumper cars. You niggas under causeYou should be unemployedAll you smokers Reggie, ? making a bunch of noiseWho gon tell me that I ain't going?Young Folarin, you see them putersThat was my influence[Vado]The twin towers fellTurning to Ground ZeroKicking like Reggie Jackson, Nicki BarnesTheir hero, as I play?Corleone like Bob De NiroBeen through it here thoughDon't move with the weirdosDress pimpin like?Your house is on West and 4thMine is on West 6thWhile I ride this Mazerati
