XV - The Future lyrics

Hate it or love it, I'm the definition of it

Hate the cost to be the boss
I don't gotta prove it
Forget trying to floss
Nigga, I just gotta do it
Your mixtapes is all talk
You just gotta move it
Niggas come to me with dreams and
I tell 'em to pursue it king of the city
This ain't cocky, this a movement
So tell me there's a problem with that
We can solve it like that snap of a finger
I'm happy that you lingered around
Just so you cats can go a finger me out
Tell the cops I'm the one who
Threw a brick in your house
If I did it, hell, I did it
Take the case and admit it
Ain't a gangster ain't a banger
Just a Christian with a vision
So tell me there's a problem with that
Nigga, John Hoffa is back
In the city, just got back from NY
Me and Sez
B took over Harvard just to get fly am I
So braggadocios just absorbed with myself
When all those rappers needed beats I
Would lend 'em my help pay them no mind
Cause, I'm gonna fend for myself in the end
When my fake friends turn from the wealth
I saw them heads get bigger
Around the same time
I saw Feds taking pictures just cause I rhyme
They want me in the box
Like C Murder and Sean
Cause, I bring the hood a
Message without bringing up Nas and I'm
What you'd call the future of rap
Martin Luther
Shroud over my shoulder and it's
Far from being over, nigga