The Future

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