Who will be the next future star?
I don't know.
But the future star DJs have taken over the game,
worldwide and unstoppable.
The future star DJs.
We depended on together.
Grade A.
No one else.
We depended on together.
Yo,
I got dreams of gleaming rings and Beamers.
Cream so hot, scene ain't gotta clean.
I'm leaning, that mean I'm chilling.
I'm feeling like Gilligan.
Nigga, what is this, a barbecue?
So why the * you grilling it?
Oh, hating it.
Yeah, this nigga's got it.
What's up, dude?
Check it.
Look.
Yeah,
if I'm back in the Ville,
haters smacking they grills.
Ladies like them got that 80s Michael Jackson appeal.
Call me Curiosity.
All these cats getting killed.
Niggas caps getting peeled for that cash.
Niggas will run up on your ass
and that mask flashing the steel.
Niggas laugh when they steal.
Grade A. Grade A. Grade A. Grade A. Grade A.
Yeah,
you niggas must have got your marijuana lace.
I know some magicians make you disappear without a trace.
Out of state,
speeding through New York with Carolina plates.
I'm the guard,
motherfucker,
and how dare y'all try to hate?
You'll never shine like me.
You can wear your hottest baits.
I'ma show y'all how to cake.
I can tell your pride is fake.
I understand you think you fly,
but nigga,
you ain't got a cake.
I understand you think you gangster,
nigga,
you ain't shot a thing.
Them niggas bring it to you,
point blank range,
ain't gotta aim.
I hear the players shooting,
but this * is not a game.
Bada boom,
bada bang,
lot of goons,
lot of lanes.
Old groupie ass niggas like the Klan trying to hang.
Yeah, by the way, since 97 I've been nice.
I'm finna get it cracking like fat niggas on thin ice.
Woo!