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conversations.value: Write me a song called Future with the following description: DJ Khaled song with everone and their mom rapping on it (including Vado batting cleanup!)Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: DJ Khaled]
  I am the streets, the future
  I introduce you to Ace Hood, Meek Millz, Big Sean
  Wale, Vado, this the future
  They getting money, they making hit records
  They hustling
  [Verse 1: Ace Hood & 
  DJ Khaled
  ]
  Okay now Khaled told me kill em (Kill em)
  He just told me kill em (
  Kill em
  )
  Hundred for the Beamer, kudos for the dealer
  Murder bet I wrote her, kudos to the killer
  Chevy sitting crooked, teeth on Reggie Miller
  I'm a motherfucking beast, see me in your sleep
  Nightmare on any street, swear I will murk any beat
  Spread this to the industry, lyrics like the chopper piece
  Flow right through your fitted T, pull this loot with chemistry
  Hottest nigga 'round, they saying greatness is my tendency
  No such thing as sympathy, more money my remedy
  Pockets on Heavy D, bitch I'm hot, third degree
  Whip I drive, owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
  Can it be I'm who you dying to be?
  Last of a dying breed, talking Siamese
  Twin pistol shooter nigga like a 7B
  Big dog getting it, you still on your pedigree
  Yeah, fly nigga with some stupid swag
  Dead faces keep my money in a body bag
  And I'm G-U-T-T-A, hops in the whip and I gotta get paid
  Fuck them bitches, ain't tryna get laid
  Walk in my house you can meet my maid
  Any given day you can push that Lac
  Push that Benz on, push that 'Lade
  Hopped in the whip, no top on mine
  Niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys
  Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie
  Private plane, my seat recline
  Top ten charts where I reside
  Got me a house, about to sign, nigga [Verse 2: Meek Mill]
  Meek Milly
  We the motherfucking best, word to my mama
  Ridin' presidential got me feeling like Obama
  Cause all I want is change and my niggas they wanted the same
  I wanted the money and never the fame
  I turned into something they never became
  Through all that rain, I kept my flame
  And I kept burning and it's my turn and
  Real nigga, my hood confirm it, now it's 6-2's on closed curtains
  And that Maybach, let me take 'em way back, when I was starving
  Now it's payback, nigga where that cake at? Murder all your artists
  And I, I, I, I can feel that love, I can feel that hate
  When I got that drum, I just feel so safe
  I put it to your mug and it ain’t gonna wait
  From this lil '08 when that thing gon fly
  Got a little kick but it ain't no tired
  Niggas talk murder but they ain't gon ride
  Now we going hard like I ain't gonna die
  Meek Mill
  [Verse 3: Big Sean]
  Boi, boi, do it, okay, okay, smoke until I ain't got no lungs
  Got her going down, no teeth, I call it speaking tongues
  (Do it, do it) Now you speaking my language
  From when they twist and talk with they fingers
  Man but this ain't no sign language
  Just fresh out of the ashes, this a Detroit fucking classic
  From when MM got the masses, and 
  Trick Trick got them passes
  Bitch I'm from the Motor, Motor, yeah, that motor be the fastest
  Bitch, they call it Motor City 
  cause you're most likely to crash
  Fuck it, good thing I got a chauffeur (Chaffeur)
  Going broke? (Going broke?) No sir (No sir)
  Bitch I'm the rap game stylist (Boi)
  Cause I gave the rap game style, bitch
  But I overshine, ain't no niggas over Sean
  Toll rollin' five quarters so I guess we going overtime
  'Til we dumb high (Dumb high) dumb high (Dumb high)
  Westside, bitch I run mine
  I'm rolling around in my old school, I feel like the alumni
  Fuckin' hoes, no strings attached
  So don't ask me why they strung out
  I'm like Jordan to you niggas, I might even stick my tongue out
  She wiggled and wobble, bobbled then landed on my throttle
  Bitch, I might make you my baby and even buy you a bottle
  Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel
  When you keep 'em right beside you
  My pockets got paper on paper, this shit just look like a novel
  Boi, hundred thousand worth of ice on me now
  But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she proud [Verse 4: Wale]
  Forever dedicated, Maybach poetic genius
  Some think they close to seein' me, tell 'em they close to Stevie
  You poser niggas ain't 'posed to be here, we don't believe ya
  Double MG up, we put a wreath on niggas' career
  We the best, Khaled, no need to stress, Khaled
  Know there's a lot of artists, but I got the best palette
  Multiple colors, my mind is more productive than others
  Married to Winnie, he think he really Nelson Mandela
  That's fire though, 
  one time for the 305 though
  That hydro make me tired, yo, 
  my kick game be so Tae-Bo
  My balance be so tight rope, that's hard to find, Quick Tri-Flow
  Can't fuck with me, that dyke flow, 
  hoes blow for me, I maestro
  Shit, that white whip sit like a slight wrist slit
  Suicide shit, you can by shit if you write this shit
  Nigga and right this minute, they say I'm buzzing hard
  My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars
  You niggas under cars, you should be unemployed
  All you smokers Reggie, I'm in the telly, bunch of noise
  Who gon' tell me that I ain't going or I ain't flowing?
  Young Folarin, you see them 'puters, that was my influence
  [Verse 5: Vado]
  The Towers fell (Uh-huh), turned to Ground Zero
  Kids ain't like Reggie Jackson, Nicki Barnes their hero
  As I play Rothstein, Corleone like Bob De Niro
  Been through it, we're here though, don't move with the weirdos (Woo)
  Dress pimp, make a toast like, "Let's win"
  Penthouse is on West and Fourth, pipes and MAC-6
  While we in a Maserati brickin' his best friends
  When I die, tell 'em to turn my coffin to stretch Benz (Just like this)
  Rims on it, problems, my mans on it (I see em')
  See him, we stomp him out, his mouth, our Timbs on it (Yes)
  Always smoking an ounce amount, no tens on it (No)
  Spins on it, you have no clout depends on it (What)
  What the fiends say, few roaches you need spray
  On tours, we straight, making sure lawyer fees paid (I got em')
  Get the bills due, Mildew SRT-8
  Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates
  Vado