Future (Album Version) Lyrics - Meek Mill

1 I am the streets, the future

2 I introduce you to Ace Hood, Meek Mills

3 Big Sean, Wale, Vado, this the future

4 They gettin' money, they makin' hit records, they hustlin'

5 Okay now Khaled told me kill 'em, he just told me kill 'em

6 Hundred for the Beamer, Kudos for the dealer

7 Murder, bet I wrote it, Kudos to the killer

8 Chevy sittin' crooked, teeth on Reggie Miller

9 I'm a motherfuckin' beast, see me in your sleep

10 Nightmare on any street, swear I will mark any beat

11 Spread this to the industry, lyrics like a chopper piece

12 Flow right through your fitted T, pull this through with chemistry

13 Hottest nigga 'round, they saying greatness is my tendency

14 No such thing as sympathy, more money, my remedy

15 Pockets on, heavy D, bitch I'm hot, third degree

16 Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze

17 Can it be? I'm who you dying to be'

18 Last of a dying breed, I'm Siamese

19 Twin pistol shooter nigga like a 7B

20 Big dog, get it, you still on your pedigree

21 Yeah, fly nigga with some stupid swag

22 Dead faces keep my money in the body bag

23 And the G-U-T-T-A, hops in the whip and I gotta get paid

24 Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

25 Walk in my house you can meet my maid

26 And you give a damn you can push that Lac

27 Push that Benz on, push that 'Lade, hop to the whip

28 No top on mine, hear a nigga hate, man fuck them guys

29 Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

30 Private plane, my seat recline, top 10 charts, where I reside

31 Got me a house ?

32 We the muthafuckin best, word to my mama

33 Ridin' presidential, got me feeling like Obama

34 'Cause all I want is change

35 And my niggas they wanted the same

36 I wanted the money and never the fame

37 I turned into something they never became

38 Through all the rain, I kept my flame

39 And I kept burning and its my turn and

40 Real nigga my hood confirm it

41 Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

42 And that Maybach, let me take em way back

43 When I was starving that was payback

44 Nigga where that cake at?

45 Murder all your artists

46 And I, I, I, I can feel that love,

47 But I feel that hate

48 When I got that ? I just feel so safe

49 I put it to your mug, you ain't gon' wake

50 When that thing gon' fly

51 Got a little kick, but it ain't no tired

52 Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

53 Now we goin' hard like I ain't gonna die

54 Meek Mill!

55 Do it! OK

56 Smoke until I got no lungs

57 Got her going down, no teeth

58 I call it "speaking tongues"

59 Do it! Do it!

60 Now you speaking my language

61 From where they twist and talk with they fingers

62 Man but this ain't no sign language

63 Fresh out of the ashes

64 This a Detroit fucking classic from when MM got the masses

65 Trick Trick got them passes

66 Bitch I'm from the Motor, Motor

67 Yeah that motor be the fastest bitch,

68 They call it Motor City

69 'Cause you're most likely to crash (fuck it)

70 Good thing I got a chauffeur

71 Going broke? No sir!

72 Bitch I'm the rap game stylist,

73 'Cause I gave the rap game style bitch

74 But I over shine, ain't no niggas over Sean

75 Toll rollin by the quarter so I guess we're going overtime.

76 'Til we're Dumb high, dumb high

77 Westside, bitch I run mine

78 I'm rolling around in my old school, I feel like the alumni

79 Fucking hoes, no strings attached

80 So don't ask me why they strung out

81 I'm like Jordan to you niggas

82 I might even stick my tongue out

83 She wiggled and wobble, bobbled

84 Then landed on my throttle

85 Bitch, I might make you my baby

86 And even buy you a bottle

87 Yo niggas don't ask how the top feel?

88 When you keep em' right beside you

89 My pockets got paper on paper

90 This shit just look like a novel boy

91 100 thousand worth of ice on me now

92 But it don't feel half as good

93 As grandma saying she's proud

94 Forever dedicated, Maybach poetic genius

95 Some think they close to seeing me

96 Tell em they close to Stevie

97 You poser niggas ain't supposed to be here

98 We don't believe ya.

99 Double MG'er, we put a wreath on niggas' careers

100 We the best, Khaled

101 No need to stress, Khaled

102 Know there's a lot of artists

103 But I got the best palette

104 Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

105 Murray the winner, he think he really

106 Nelson Mandela

107 That's fire though.

108 One time for the 305, though

109 That hydro make me tired, yo

110 My kickin be so Tai Bo!

111 My balance be so tight rope

112 That's hard to find Quick Tri-Flow

113 Get rough With me, that Night flow

114 Hoes blow for me, I maestro, shit

115 That white whip sit

116 Like a slight wrist slit

117 Suicide shit, you can by shit if you write this shit

118 Nigga and right this minute, they say I'm buzzing hard

119 My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars.

120 You niggas under-cards

121 You should be unemployed

122 All you smoke is Reggie, I'm in the telly bunch of noise

123 Who gon' tell me that I ain't going or I ain't flowin'

124 Young Folarin, you see them puters

125 That was my influence

126 The towers fell, turning to Ground Zero

127 Kids didn't like Reggie Jackson

128 Nicki Barnes their hero

129 As I play Rothstein, Corleone like Rob De Niro

130 Been through it but here though

131 Don't move with the weirdos

132 Dress pimpin' the toast like let's win

133 Penthouses on West and 4th, pipes and Mac 6

134 While me in a Maserati bricking his best friends

135 When I die, tell them to turn my coffin to stretch Benz rims on it

136 Problems? My man's on, see him, we stomp him out

137 His mouth, our Timbs' on it

138 Always smoking a ounce, a mountain, no tens on it

139 Spins on it, you have no clout, the Benz on it

140 What the fiends say?

141 Few roaches, you need spray, on tours, eat straight

142 Making sure all your feet sprayed

143 Get the pills through, peel through SRT-8 truck on, seats gray

144 Drop tops like release dates, Vado