Artist: DJ Khaled f/ Ace Hood, Big Sean, Meek Mill, Vado, Wale Album: We the Best Forever Song: Future Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro: DJ Khaled] I am the streets, the future I introduce you to Ace Hood, Meek Mills, Big Sean, Wale, Vado Dis the future! Dey gettin money, they makin hit records Dey hustlin [Ace Hood] Okay now Khaled told me kill 'em, he just told me kill 'em 100 for the Beamer, kudos to the dealer Murder, bet I wrote it, kudos to the killer Chevy sittin crooked, keep a Reggie Miller I'm a muh'fuckin beast, see me in your sleep Nightmare on any street, swear I will work any beat Spread this to the industry, lyrics like a chopper piece Flow right through your fitted T, bullets built with chemistry Hottest nigga 'round, they sayin 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 dyin to be Last of a dyin breed talkin Siamese Twin pistol shoot a nigga like a 70 Big dog in it you still on your pedigree Yeah~! Fly nigga with some stupid swag Dead faces keep my money in the bodybag And the G-U-T-T-A, hop in the whip and I gotta get paid Fuck them bitches, ain't tryin to get laid Walk in my house you can meet my maid And you give a damn you can push that 'llac Push that Benz on, push that 'lade Hop to the whip, no top on mine Niggaz gonna hate, man fuck them guys Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie I been paying my secret client Top ten charts what I resign None of you hoes about to sign [Meek Mill] +We+ the motherfucking +Best+, word to my momma Wild presidential, got me feeling like Obama Cause ll I want is change, and my niggaz they wanted the same I wanted the money and never the fame I turned into somethin they never became Through all the rain, I kept my flame And I kept burnin and it's my turn and Real nigga my hood confirm it Now it's six 2's on closed curtains And that Maybach, let me take 'em way back When I was starvin that was payback Nigga where that cake at? Murder all your artists And I, I, I, I can feel that love, I can feel that hate When I got that drugs bet you feel so safe I put it to your mug, and it ain't gon' rape From the little oh-eight, where that thing gon' fly Got a little kick, but it ain't no tire Niggaz talk murder, but they ain't gon' ride Now they go hard like I ain't gonna die - Meek Mill! [Big Sean] Do it! Okay; smoke until I got no lungs Got her goin 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 but this ain't no sign language Just, fresh out of the ashes It's a Detroit fuckin classic From where Eminem got them masses Trick-Trick got them passes Bitch I'm from that Motor, Motor Yeah that Motor be the fastest Why they call it Motor City Cause I'm most likely to crash Fuck it! Good thing I got a chauffeur... Goin broke? No sir! Bitch I'm the rap game stylist Cause I gave the rap game style bitch But I overshine Ain't no niggaz overshine, told 'em it's five quarters So I guess we goin overtime So we dumb high, dumb high Westside, bitch I run mine I'm rolling around in my old school I feel like the alumni fuckin hoes, no strings attached So don't ask me why they strung out I'm like Jordan to you niggaz 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; yo niggaz don't ask how they talk to you When you get 'em like Versace my pockets got paper on paper This shit just look like a novel, wodie 100 thousand worth of ice on me now But it don't feel half as good as grandma sayin she proud [Wale] Forever dedicated, make my poetic genius something they close to seein and tell 'em they close to Stevie You poser niggaz ain't 'posed to be here, we don't believe ya Double M-G 'em, we put a wreath on niggaz 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 is 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 kickin be so Tai Bo My balance be so tight rope; that's hard to find, with drank low Can't fuck with me, that nice flow, hold the dough for me, I'm maestro Sheeeit, that white whip shit, like a slide wrist slit Suicide shit, you can buy this shit if you write this shit Nigga and right this minute, they say I'm buzzin hard My driver's out of this world, you playin bumper cars You niggaz under cause, you should be unemployed All you smoke is Reggie and tell 'em makin a bunch of noise Who gonna tell me that I ain't goin that I ain't floorin Young Velour'n; you see them 'puters that was my influence [Vado] The towers fell, turnin to Ground Zero Kickin like Reggie Jackson, Nicki Barnes, they hero As I play Rothstein, Corleone like Bob DeNiro Been through it here though, don't move with the weirdos Dress pimpin the toast like West Lynn Your house is on West and 4th, mine is on West 6th While we in the Maserati brickin his best friends When I die tell 'em to turn my coffin to stretch Benz Rims on it, problems my man's on it See 'em we stomp him out with his mouth my Timbs on it Only smokin an ounce, no mountain, no tints on it Spins on it, you have no clout, the Benz on it What the fiends say? Few roaches you need sprayed On tour eat straight, makin sure where your feet stay Get a pistol, peel through SRT-8 Chop both seats gray, drop top like release dates Vado~!