Future Lyrics - We The Best Forever - Dj Khaled

I am the streets, the future 

Iduce you to Ace Hood, Meek Mills, Big Sean, Wale, Vado 

This the future 

They getting money, they making hit records 

They hustling 

Okay now Khaled told me kill them 

He just told me kill them 

Hundred for the Beamer 

Kudos to the dealer 

Murder, bet I wrote it 

Kudos to the killers 

Chevy sitting crooked 

Keep the Reggie Miller 

I'm a motherfucking 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 

Blow right through your fitted T 

Pull this through with chemistry 

Hottest nigga around, they saying 

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 and neck, anti-freeze, can it be? 

I'm who you dying to be 

Last of a dying breed, tote the Siamese 

Twin pistol, shoot nigga like a 7D 

Big dog, get it? You still on your pedigree 

Yeah, fly nigga with some stupid swag 

Dead faces, keep my money in a body bag 

And I'm G-U-T-T-A, hop in the whip and I got to get paid 

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid 

Walk in my house, you can meet my maid 

Any given day I'ma push that 'Lac 

Push that Benz on, I'ma push that lake 

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 ten charts where I reside 

Come to your house and run inside 

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Meek Mill! 

We the motherfucking best 

Word to my mama 

Rock presidential, got me feeling like Obama 

Because all I wanted was 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 that rain, I kept my flame 

And I kept burning and it's my turn and 

Real nigga my hood confirm it 

Now it's 6 2′s on closed curtains 

And that Maybach, let me take them way back 

When I was starving, now it's payback 

Nigga where that cake at? 

Murder all your artists 

And I, I, I can feel that love, but I feel that hate 

When I got that slug, I just feel so safe 

I put it to your mug, it ain't gone wait 

It go away when that thing gone fly 

Got a little kick, but it ain't no tire 

Niggas try murder, but they ain't gone ride 

Let me go hard like I ain't going to die 

Meek Mill! 

Photos 

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 

Yes, fresh out of the ashes it's a Detroit fucking classic 

From where 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 

Because you're most likely to crash 

Fuck it! 

Good thing I got a chauffeur, chauffeur 

Going broke? 

No sir! 

Bitch I'm a rap game stylist, because I gave the rap game style, bitch 

But I over shine 

Ain't no niggas over shine 

Told them "Roll up five quarters" so I guess we're going overtime 

Till we 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 need to stick my tongue out 

She wiggled and wobble, bobbled 

Then land on my throttle 

Bitch, I might make you my baby 

And even buy you a bottle 

Your niggas don't ask how the top feel 

When you keep them right beside you 

My pockets got paper on paper 

This shit just look like a novel 

Hundred thousand worth of ice on me now 

But it don't feel half as good as Grandma say, and she proud 

Forever dedicated, made my poetic genius 

Some think they close to seeing me 

Tell them they close to Stevie 

You poser niggas ain't supposed to be here 

We don't believe you 

Double MG, and we put a wreath on niggas' career 

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, he think he really Nelson Mandela 

That's fire though, one time for the 305, though 

That hydro make me tired, yo 

My kicking be so Tai Bo! 

My balance be so tight rope 

That's hard to find, quick try flow 

Give up with me, that knife flow 

Hold over me, I'm 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 cause 

You should be unemployed 

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

Who gone tell me that I ain't going, that I ain't flowing? 

Young Folarin, you see them puters 

That was my influence 

The towers fell 

Turn into Ground Zero 

Kissing like Reggie Jackson, Nicky Barnes, they hero 

As I play Rothstein 

Corleone like Rob De Niro 

Been through it, but here though 

Dope move in the weirdos 

Dress pimping the toast like let's win 

Your house is on West and 4th pipes and Lex win 

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, my Timbs' on it 

Only smoking a ounce, a mountain, no tens on it 

Spins 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 dates 

Vado