[Intro: DJ Khaled]

I am the streets, the future

I introduce you to Ace Hood, Meek Millz, Big Sean

Wale, Vado, this the future

They getting money, they making hit records

They hustling

[Verse 1: Ace Hood & DJ Khaled]

Okay now Khaled told me kill em (Kill em)

He just told me kill em (Kill em)

Hundred for the Beamer, kudos for the dealer

Murder bet I wrote her, kudos to the killer

Chevy sitting crooked, teeth on Reggie Miller

I'm a motherfucking beast, see me in your sleep

Nightmare on any street, swear I will murk any beat

Spread this to the industry, lyrics like the chopper piece

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

Hottest nigga 'round, they saying greatness is my tendency

No such thing as sympathy, more money my remedy

Pockets on Heavy D, bitch I'm hot, third 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, talking Siamese

Twin pistol shooter nigga like a 7B

Big dog getting 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, hops in the whip and I gotta get paid

Fuck them bitches, ain't tryna get laid

Walk in my house you can meet my maid

Any given day you can push that Lac

Push that Benz on, push that 'Lade

Hopped in the whip, no top on mine

Niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

Private plane, my seat recline

Top ten charts where I reside

Got me a house, about to sign, nigga

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]

Meek Milly

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

Ridin' presidential got me feeling like Obama

Cause all I want is 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 'em way back, when I was starving

Now it's 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 drum, I just feel so safe

I put it to your mug and it ain’t gonna wait

From this lil '08 when that thing gon fly

Got a little kick but it ain't no tired

Niggas talk murder but they ain't gon ride

Now we going hard like I ain't gonna die

Meek Mill

[Verse 3: Big Sean]

Boi, boi, do it, okay, okay, smoke until I ain't got no lungs

Got her going down, no teeth, I call it speaking tongues

(Do it, do it) Now you speaking my language

From when they twist and talk with they fingers

Man but this ain't no sign language

Just fresh out of the ashes, this a Detroit fucking classic

From when MM got the masses, and Trick Trick got them passes

Bitch I'm from the Motor, Motor, yeah, that motor be the fastest

Bitch, they call it Motor City cause you're most likely to crash

Fuck it, good thing I got a chauffeur (Chaffeur)

Going broke? (Going broke?) No sir (No sir)

Bitch I'm the rap game stylist (Boi)

Cause I gave the rap game style, bitch

But I overshine, ain't no niggas over Sean

Toll rollin' five quarters so I guess we going overtime

'Til we dumb high (Dumb high) 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 niggas, I might even 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

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

When you keep 'em right beside you

My pockets got paper on paper, this shit just look like a novel

Boi, hundred thousand worth of ice on me now

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she proud

[Verse 4: Wale]

Forever dedicated, Maybach poetic genius

Some think they close to seein' me, tell 'em they close to Stevie

You poser niggas ain't 'posed to be here, we don't believe ya

Double MG up, 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

Married to Winnie, he think he really Nelson Mandela

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

That hydro make me tired, yo, my kick game be so Tae-Bo

My balance be so tight rope, that's hard to find, Quick Tri-Flow

Can't fuck with me, that dyke flow, hoes blow for me, I 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 cars, you should be unemployed

All you smokers Reggie, I'm in the telly, bunch of noise

Who gon' tell me that I ain't going or I ain't flowing?

Young Folarin, you see them 'puters, that was my influence

[Verse 5: Vado]

The Towers fell (Uh-huh), turned to Ground Zero

Kids ain't like Reggie Jackson, Nicki Barnes their hero

As I play Rothstein, Corleone like Bob De Niro

Been through it, we're here though, don't move with the weirdos (Woo)

Dress pimp, make a toast like, "Let's win"

Penthouse is on West and Fourth, pipes and MAC-6

While we in a Maserati brickin' his best friends

When I die, tell 'em to turn my coffin to stretch Benz (Just like this)

Rims on it, problems, my mans on it (I see em')

See him, we stomp him out, his mouth, our Timbs on it (Yes)

Always smoking an ounce amount, no tens on it (No)

Spins on it, you have no clout depends on it (What)

What the fiends say, few roaches you need spray

On tours, we straight, making sure lawyer fees paid (I got em')

Get the bills due, Mildew SRT-8

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

Vado