S-Rank Manifesto

[Produced by RobGotBeats] [Verse] We pull up in that 'How could you hate' This nigga Rob be cooking 'you can't relate' Women stop me on the street like 'How much longer should we wait?' I'm like 'Ro Ransom so the future that his tape came late' He's all devotion, this is a lonely life But nothing this classic ever came easy So its only right We down by East Village, these models on uppers...we roam at night Discussing the landscape, laughing my ass off with the homies like...(this shit is funny) 'Niggas trying to bring New York back?' (let's push it forward) Man ain't nobody in my backyard selling crack, its a new era Doing donuts in the blue Carrera It ain't mine though, its my young jawn's, and she fine though Thats a side note (that's a sidenote) Don't act like you too good to be a freak Bitch, I'm a quarter through my life, we ain't got time to be modest Why you thought they call me Future? I'm just trying to be honest Heard they calling for the answer, well they finally got it Nigga I came up, thats all me Now the game's fucked, that's balls deep Niggas talked shit like they wanted beef But then changed up when they saw me I'm trying to wake up in that 'rari, why? (I love the dough) Fuck niggas cut, I ain't sorry bruh (You gotta go) When Greg pops died I said I'm going hard for that nigga I can't even thank him for treating me like his kid Can't even drop off a bag for all the shit that he did Man my nigga would have been proud of all them hoes that we slid I told Cam'ron I'm from 8th, he said 'NIGGA WE NEIGHBORS' Took ---- home from 40/40, I said 'NIGGA WE MADE IT' I had to turn up on these hoes for every bitch that we dated Woke up to a naked blonde doing yoga on me, damn Flirt Cobain, Lil Wayne Staley Fantasize about blowing out my brains daily These kids need me though, where they gon get the real These other rappers CB4, I keep it 100 like Undertaker lost at Mania, Not to mention CM Punk quit Fuck shit my symmetry's off All these hoes on me I'm still empty Paranoid cause they too friendly Fuck inhibition, we dying one day put yourself in position I'm more myself than ever, they call it going crazy Well I just like to think I'm being open lately Like how that kid outside Greenhouse slit through my coat and grazed me How that'll go, I'm not sure I'll let you know Ya'll went on tour I stayed at home, I knew I could make something better I ain't trying to make right now, I'm trying to make it last forever My niggas down for whatever, one hand up I'm always centered West side jawn give it away, cause she a Red Hot Chili Pepper Boy I'm everywhere was you ever there? (Dance around shit bitch, you Fred Astaire) Your girl came, off top, like a head of hair (at the barber shop) Or a freestyle, I ain't never scared I got no heart and I'm dead in there This is my city, who's fucking with me? Got 150 niggas running with me, all S-Rank Shout my skate kids, we don't take shit, fuck the fake shit Put my street niggas on high fashion What you rap for? Ol' no passion "They just do this shit", Bitch I do this shit Ain't got no time to just shoot the shit Don't speak to me, fucking rap niggas wanna take pictures But can't write hooks or no damn bridges Fuck from round Ro, go put me back where you found Ro Keep your fucking stream and a download From the intro to the outro Kept it S-Rank with the sound ho, nigga This that 'do-this-shit-for-my-town' flow, nigga [Outro] If its any girls in this club tonight that look anything like Rashida Jones can you dance on me? I need that shit right now, let me sing it one more time If its any girls in this club tonight that look anything like Rashida Jones can you dance on me? Free drinks on me