XV - The Future lyrics
[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
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