DJ Khaled - Future (feat. Ace Hood, Meek Mill, Wale, Vado & Big Sean) lyrics
[Intro DJ Khaled] I am the streets, the futureI introduce you to Ace Hood, Meek Mills, Big Sean, Wale, VadoThis the futureThey getting money, they making hit recordsThey hustling
[Verse 1 Ace Hood] Okay now Khaled told me kill themHe just told me kill themHundred for the BeamerKudos to the dealerMurder, bet I wrote itKudos to the killersChevy sitting crookedKeep the Reggie MillerI'm a motherfucking beastSee me in your sleepNightmare on any streetSwear I will mark any beatSpread this to the industryLyrics like a chopper pieceBlow right through your fitted TPull this through with chemistryHottest nigga around, they sayingGreatness is my tendencyNo such thing as sympathyMore money, my remedy, pockets on, Heavy DBitch I'm hot, 3rd degree, whip I drive? Owned by meWrists and neck, anti-freeze, can it be?I'm who you dying to beLast of a dying breed, tote the SiameseTwin pistol, shoot nigga like a 7DBig dog, get it? You still on your pedigreeYeah, fly nigga with some stupid swagDead faces, keep my money in a body bagAnd I'm G-U-T-T-A, hop in the whip and I got to get paidFuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laidWalk in my house, you can meet my maidAny given day I'ma push that 'LacPush that Benz on, I'ma push that lakeHop to the whip, no top on mineHear a nigga hate, man fuck them guysReal nigga shit, don't tell no liePrivate plane, my seat recline Top ten charts where I resideCome to your house and run inside
[Verse 2 - Meek Mill] Meek Mill!We the motherfucking bestWord to my mamaRock presidential, got me feeling like ObamaBecause all I wanted was changeAnd my niggas they wanted the sameI wanted the money, and never the fameI turned into something they never becameThrough all that rain, I kept my flameAnd I kept burning and it's my turn andReal nigga my hood confirm itNow it's 6 2s on closed curtainsAnd that Maybach, let me take them way backWhen I was starving, now it's paybackNigga where that cake at?Murder all your artistsAnd I, I, I can feel that love, but I feel that hateWhen I got that slug, I just feel so safeI put it to your mug, it ain't gone waitIt go away when that thing gone flyGot a little kick, but it ain't no tireNiggas try murder, but they ain't gone rideLet me go hard like I ain't going to dieMeek Mill!
[Verse 3 - Big Sean] Smoke until I got no lungsGot her going down, no teethI call it "speaking tongues"Do it! Do it!Now you speaking my languageFrom where they twist and talk with they fingersMan, but this ain't no sign languageYes, fresh out of the ashes it's a Detroit fucking classic From where MM got the masses, Trick Trick got them passesBitch I'm from the Motor, MotorYeah, that motor be the fastestBitch, they call it Motor CityBecause you're most likely to crashFuck it! Good thing I got a chauffeur, chauffeurGoing broke? No sir!Bitch I'm a rap game stylist, because I gave the rap game style, bitchBut I over shineAin't no niggas over shineTold them "Roll up five quarters" so I guess we're going overtime Till we dumb high, dumb highWestside, bitch, I run mineI'm rolling around in my old school, I feel like the alumniFucking 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 land on my throttleBitch, I might make you my babyAnd even buy you a bottleYour niggas don't ask how the top feelWhen you keep them right beside youMy pockets got paper on paperThis shit just look like a novelHundred thousand worth of ice on me nowBut it don't feel half as good as Grandma say, and she proud
[Verse 4 - Wale] Forever dedicated, made my poetic geniusSome think they close to seeing meTell them they close to Stevie You poser niggas ain't supposed to be hereWe don't believe you Double MG, and we put a wreath on niggas' careerWe the best, KhaledNo need to stress, KhaledKnow there's a lot of artistsBut I got the best paletteMultiple colors, my mind is more productive than othersMurray the winner, he think he really Nelson MandelaThat's fire though, one time for the 305, thoughThat hydro make me tired, yoMy kicking be so Tai Bo!My balance be so tight ropeThat's hard to find, quick try flowGive up with me, that knife flowHold over me, I'm maestro, shitThat white whip sitLike a slight wrist slitSuicide shit, you can by shit, if you write this shitNigga, and right this minute, they say I'm buzzing hardMy driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars. You niggas under causeYou should be unemployedAll you smoke is Reggie, I'm in the tellie, bunch of noiseWho gone tell me that I ain't going, that I ain't flowing?Young Folarin, you see them putersThat was my influence
[Verse 5 - Vado] The towers fellTurn into Ground ZeroKissing like Reggie Jackson, Nicky Barnes, they hero As I play Rothstein Corleone like Rob De NiroBeen through it, but here thoughDope move in the weirdos Dress pimping the toast like let's winYour house is on West and 4th pipes and Lex winWhile me in a Maserati bricking his best friends When I die, tell them to turn my coffin to stretch BenzRims on it, problems? My man's onSee him, we stomp him outHis mouth, my Timbs' on itOnly smoking a ounce, a mountain, no tens on itSpins on it, you have no cloud, the Benz on it What the fiends say?Few roses, you need spray, on tours, eat straight Making sure all your feet sprayed Get the pills through, peel through SRT-8 Trunk on, seats gray, drop tops like release datesVado