Honest Album Lyrics by Future


Future Lyrics

Honest Lyrics
(Lyrics to the Full Album on one page)
  1. Look Ahead
  2. T-Shirt
  3. Move That Dope
  4. My Momma
  5. Honest
  6. I Won
  7. Never Satisfied
  8. I Be U
  9. Covered N Money
  10. Special
  11. Benz Friendz (Whatchutola)
  12. Blood, Sweat, Tears
  13. Big Rube Speaks (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
  14. Side Effects (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
  15. I'll Be Yours (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
  16. How Can I Not (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
  17. Sh!t (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
  18. Karate Chop (Remix) (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)


Look Ahead

Be Bold, You Smell Me, Lil Mexico!

[Hook:]
While they laugh and shake their head
Still we coming in
Now love you
The way we go
[?]

[Verse 1:]
Was it cold nights that made me cold
Do the stress increase my hunger
Tell a lie then make a promise
Fish like a man niggafish, hit nigga this a f*cking hit
Send a nigga home full clip, traumatized by the whole trip
Boatload full of cocaina
Got some wolves 'round and some hyenas
Bought a AK like this bitch a nina
And I know I got a big enough demeanor (Future!)
Pourin' up the Dom Perignon
F*ck a pussy, f*ck a pussy 'til it's numb
Put the pussy on a nigga tongue
'Til the pussy juice runnin' down my lungs
Ain't another better feeling
Like the feeling when a nigga make it out the slums
Stackin' all my racks on racks
I got my niggas rich, I'm at the top where I belong

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Dressed up in all black leather
Bodybag .38 special
And a bad bitch a nigga treasure
Need money on a whole 'nother level
Good time, nigga good time
Barrel longer than a good time
Never sacrifice who you are
Then you turn yourself into a star
Turn myself into a avatar
Put the OG in my 'gar
Take a penitentiary chance
That's a change, eat shrimp, steak, caviar
Bloodline is a lion
Fly nigga
Walk and say when I walk, it look like a nigga flyin'
F*ck your lies and your bullshit you tryna sell me cause I ain't buyin'
Green minded like a slave field, niggas picking green like it's cotton
Money getting' burnt, money fire
Franck Muller at the new spot
Frank mattress nigga Frank Lucas
Real life on wax
Match an ordinary funeral movie
Phenomenon when the commas come
Kill the winter and then when the summer comes
Ex con, 100 round drum...Batman the paint James Bond

[Hook]

 

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T-Shirt

[Intro - Future:]
You woke up feelin way better
Way better than the day you did before
You got the whole world in the palm of your hands
You had to let it go

DJ C-Money in this motherf*cker...
La Familia...
Freeband Gang...
We global now...

[Hook - Future:]
Got my t-shirt game crazy, I'm goin' money crazy
All this money confiscatin' ain't no imitatin
All it took was some patience-Niggas still hatin
Mo' money and mo' problems, ain't no imitatin'
Glock 40, lemme squeeze, why you better tote it
Strippers, money, weed, Young Future I promote it
Like when I was sellin rocks nigga I'm still hungry
Quarter million, all hundreds, got em all on me

[Verse 1 - Future:]
Hell ya, bout that lifestyle, products on me right now
Had to pay my lawyer off cause nigga I don't do trial
Bitches I don't do trial, you can keep your comments
I be gettin' this money, bout to f*ckin vomit
30 on my stomach, tell me "how bad do you want it?"
Prada's what I'm rockin', Alexander got me cocky
All that damn finessin' and I took off like the Jetsons
All that damn stressin' and a nigga start progressin'
Yeah Yeah

[Hook - Future]

[Verse 2 - Future:]
Ain't no sympathy nigga, ain't no sympathy nigga!
You remember me nigga, know you remember me nigga!
I'm a whip up in them foreigns make you envy me nigga
I'm gone whip up in them foreigns make you envy me nigga
I got that sack out the front door and I went skraight through the back
I was f*cked up and starvin', I go stand right in that trap
I'm bout to sell me some yayo, I gotta jug out in Clay Co
I won't wear em no more, if those shoes a day old
See I consist and I am, see I persist and I am
I woke up in that Bugatti, went and bought me three Lambs
That's an Aventador nigga, that cost a hundred a piece
I went so hard in the streets, I'm bout to have me a feast

[Hook]

 

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Move That Dope

[Intro: Pusha T]
Real dope dealer forreal!
Haha! Hahaha

[Hook x2: Future]
Young nigga move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
They move that dope, they move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
Young nigga, young nigga move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
They move that dope, they move that dope
Young nigga move that dope

[Verse 1: Future]
Whippin' the yam, whippin' a fifth of the yam
Turn the whole brick to a Lam
Been rockin' the dope, soon as it get off the boat
Keepin' it soft like a mink
Gold on my link, coke in the sink
Choppin' that work like karate
Swerve in the new Maserati
In a brand new Maserati
That's a whole lot of new money
Snatch it, then hide it from 12's
Movin' and squashin' them bells
Servin' the rawest of yell
Beating that china like Kunta Kinte
Whippin' it, whippin' that dope
Drinkin' on syrup, I'm rollin' up haze
Made myself a boss, a boss or a plug
Either way you put it, nigga, I'm good
Triple salute, nigga, straight out the hood
Bakin' soda water splash the scales
Fork in my right and my pride in my left
Leanin' over, over to the side
I whip me a fourway to a nine
The dirty, the money is homicide
And my recipe can't be televised

[Hook x2: Future]

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Young enough to still sell dope, but old enough that I knows better
When they sayin' it's 42 for that white powder, I knows better
Get it nigga? I nose better, put a smile on the devil's face
Who don't wanna sell dope forever and flex their Rollie 'til the bezel break?
Woo! Fish scale in the two-door that I fish-tail
Fiberglass, Ferrari leather, in designer shit that I misspell
YUGHH, look at the clues, the J's, the jewels, I mention the monkey
From sixteen years old, I'm whippin' in kitchens, f*ckin' my junkies
Pablo, Versace way before Migos
My dinner plates, no silverware, all you niggas my E-hoes
Toss a kilo like a free throw, trap house, it had the peephole
Made it through to the other side, now nothin's big as my ego

[Hook x2: Future]

[Verse 3: Pharrell]
Me, I try to leave the best for later
But Pusha tried to put me on the respirator
The old Skateboard P, that's your favorite
Me and twenty girls doin' yoga naked
Frequency high, like a spaceship
She say that she like it and she's been exposed
The Gandalf hat and the weird ass clothes
That's Comme des Garçons and the Buffalo
I know guerrillas with the triggers that's on a banana clip
And packin' with the biggest missiles
These niggas is knocking over vehicles
These niggas ain't waitin' just to see niggas
These niggas ain't tryna hear plea niggas
These niggas like choppin' down trees, niggas
These niggas 1-2-3 and they squeeze, niggas
These niggas hit the weed then they leave niggas
Gee, nigga
If you got two hoes, you need to let one go
Two Lambos, you need to let one go
All these drones while y'all smoke dro
Never honest, guy, I'm tryna let y'all know
Ain't no standards, I'm a set one though
Big ass bag but no man sandals
All that war, we need to let that go
That boom business, I'm a get that ho

[Hook x2: Future]

[Verse 4: Casino]
Young nigga got that coke, whip that dope like a batter
How you think about that coupe, with no roof? Young nigga cashed out
Pass a nigga purp, pass a nigga zan, young nigga 'bout to pass out
12 jump behind her, I got some in the car, young nigga 'bout to smash out
Me gon' hit that line, say he got some bricks, young fresh, 'bout to buy 'em out
QuikTrip 'round the corner, dropped a nine
Got the J's in the hood tryna smoke a line
Cocaine, cocaine cowboy, like Mickey Munday
Take over the project, whip a 9, Nino Way
I keep a 45 in my coat, while I'm servin' dope
J's in my hood smoke that crack, say it give 'em hope
Serve a nigga whole brick, he hopin' that it come and go
Young nigga turnt up, spend that money with Casino!

[Hook x2: Future]

 

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My Momma

[Hook - Future:]
My Momma ain't raised no ho
My niggas they wrap that dough
These niggas ain't got no ho
They runnin' and kickin' in doors
My Momma ain't raised no ho [x5]
My niggas they wrap that dough
These niggas ain't got no ho
They running and kicking in doors
My Momma ain't raised no ho [x4]

[Verse 1 - Future:]
My daddy had bust him a nut
Keep a.45 tucked in the gut
Just a young nigga f*ckin' these sluts
F*ck what you thought nigga, f*ck what you mean
Sippin' on promethazine
F*ck what you mean we be gettin' to this cream
Everything that I did worth, all of my gifts and my curses
F*ck that bitch [x3], We don't give a f*ck about the bitch, I just went got me another bitch
I just went bought me a better bitch, tricking ain't nothing but a habit, smoking on some of that Cali
Enjoying my life to the fullest, the f*ck you mean nigga
Yeah I'm a money machine nigga, these bitches try out for my team nigga
She making a wish and I'm making a list
Yeah [x4]

[Verse 2 - Future:]
She didn't know real niggas like this exist, she's complementing me on my Givenchy kicks
Check out my [x3] wrist, Audemar Piguet is clean clean
That mean it ain't got no diamonds in it, GT Bentley and it's limo tinted
Free my niggas in the penitentiary, Future Hendrix limited edition
F*ck you mean nigga, f*ck you mean
Moving screens yet a new regime, Pulling up in something European
Fell in love with a lot of green

[Hook - Future]

[Verse 3 - Wiz Khalifa:]
F*ck is you saying, I take what you make in one year, spend it all on a chain
F*ck is you saying, I'm smoking my G pen until I get kicked off the plane
F*ck is you saying, my niggas all stuck to the plan now we all getting rich
F*ck is you saying, She thinks it's a Snicker, because I feed her the dick
She get wetter than rain, purer than cane, no keys for my whip, smoking this loud
F*ck is you saying, I can't hear these niggas for shit
F*ck is you saying, My niggas got clips like the movies, so duck when we spraying
All the money I'm making, come easy, you comfortable slaving
F*ck is you saying, F*ck is you doing, take her to dinner, we smoke a few joints and few minutes later we screwing
I wouldn't advise you to f*ck with me, If you get fly you look up to me
Probably get high just because of me, T.G.O.D that's my company

[Hook - Future]

 

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Honest

[Intro:]
Dark Marzal on me I'm just honest
Rock star my swag I'm just honest
Everything exotic I'm just honest
Gold all on my neck I'm just honest
Yeah, I'm just honest
We got the club on smash

[Hook:]
Name another nigga hot I'm just honest
Gold bottles on bottles, I'm just honest
100,000 on watches I'm just honest
Coupes all on coupes, I'm just honest
I keep a gang of bad bitches with me too
And we ain't never going back to what we used to do
I was gon' lie to you but I had to tell the truth
I'm just being honest

[Verse 1:]
My piss coming back dirty, I'm just being honest
Got bitches kissing on bitches, I'm just being honest
I'm a rock star for life, I'm just being honest
Got a check on me right now, I'm just being honest
We done turnt up in Platinum, then we gon' hit Onyx
Ain't nothing but a dope boy, I'm just being honest
These niggas get shot for being honest
I f*cked her on the spot, I'm just being honest
I'ma stack it 'til it rot, I'm just being honest
And I'm driving foreign coupes, that's 200
Live a rich nigga life, I'm just being honest
Real street nigga ain't get nothing but pain from it

[Hook:]
Name another nigga hot I'm just honest
Gold bottles on bottles, I'm just honest
100,000 on watches I'm just honest
Coupes all on coupes, I'm just honest
I keep a gang of bad bitches with me too
And we ain't never going back to what we used to do
I was gon' lie to you but I had to tell the truth
I'm just being honest

[Verse 2:]
Got crack all in my draws, I'm just honest
My diamonds ain't got flaws, I'm just honest
These Zoes on sight niggas, I'm just honest
We can ball all night nigga, I'm just honest
You f*ck nigga y'all don't even know struggle
You ain't even know why a nigga out here hustling
Got flat screens in the trap spot, I'm honest
Kept it real with all you niggas, I'm just too honest
Took some bitches out the strip club, I'm just honest
To the niggas all out in the hood, I'm just honest
Lil Mexico for life, I'm just honest
I came up shootin' dice, I'm just honest

[Hook:]
Name another nigga hot I'm just honest
Gold bottles on bottles, I'm just honest
100,000 on watches I'm just honest
Coupes all on coupes, I'm just honest
I keep a gang of bad bitches with me too
And we ain't never going back to what we used to do
I was gon' lie to you but I had to tell the truth
I'm just being honest

Writer: Gary Rafael Hill
Copyright: Lyrics © Snrs Productions, WB Music Corp.

 

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I Won

[Hook - Future:]
I just want to take you out and show you off
You already know that you the perfect one
Girl when I'm with you, feel like a champion
Ever since I got with you I feel like I done won me a trophy
A trophy, I won me a trophy
I won, I won, I won
A trophy
I just want to take you out and show you off
You already know that you the perfect one
Girl when I'm with you, feel like a champion
Ever since I got with you I feel like I done won me a trophy
Trophy, I won me a trophy
A trophy, I won me a trophy
Trophy, I won me a trophy
A trophy

[Verse 1 - Future:]
Get to f*ckin' on the dresser just to make that pussy wetter
Gotta put you in that vintage then you rockin' Perry Ellis
Then I leave with you, only cause I believe in you
We get to bangin' on the walls just to piss the neighbors off
You and them twelve foot ceilings I just painted the halls so I can breathe with you
So I can breathe with you
I want to live my dream with you
You say that money don't matter it's times and the memories
And now that ass gettin' fatter and I know it's because of me
I know it's because of me
I know it's because of me, got you in custody
Whoever knockin at the door, they gotta wait til we finished
I know I started at the bottom but that not ain't where endin'

[Hook - Future]

[Verse 2 - Kanye West:]
You the number one trophy wife
So it's only right to live the trophy life
You grew up on J. Lo, Timberlands by Manolo now
Till one day I put an angel in your ultra sound
I want to dip that ass in gold, I want to dip that ass in gold
I made it over NBA, NFL players
So every time I score it's like the Super Bowl
Baby, we should hit the south of France
So you could run around without them pants
I put that glacier on your little hand
Now that's the only thing without a tan
My trophy on that Bound bike, I gave you only pipe
If people don't hate then it won't be right
You could look at Kylie, Kendall, Kourtney and Khloe
All your Mama ever made was trophies, right?

[Hook - Future]

 

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Never Satisfied

[Intro: Future]
No matter what you do, it's never enough
I don't understand these bitches, Drizzy
Tryin' to, hear all these niggas, they never say

[Hook: Drake]
Time after time after time
Money's all I get and there's still money on my mind
But I ain't never satisfied
Yeah, I ain't never satisfied
I found the one and say, "I'll never cheat again"
We don't talk for like some months
I ended up f*cking with her friend
I ain't never satisfied
I ain't never satisfied

[Bridge: Drake]
I'm putting pressure on these niggas and I know
But I'm still on the road like I'm scared of going broke
Cause I ain't never satisfied
I ain't never satisfied

[Verse: Future]
And it's a lot of money in the room
I gotta find another spot, hiding soon
I mix the rosé with the purple juice
I hustle everyday and you don't have a clue
How do you get money and all your dreams come true
It's like everything that surround you get brand new
I can't never forget the struggle and I pay dues
Can't let the money and fame come between my crew
My veins still runnin' deeper than the ocean
Ordered up 10,000 ones and I throw it
Name a bag in the store that she ain't got
Name a designer store that we ain't shop
They ain't never satisfied

[Hook]

 

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I Be U

[Verse 1:]
Thinkin' how you would be thinkin' of feeling you close
I'm dreamin' how you would be dreamin' and hoping you over
I give what you give and I never back out of decisions
I feel what you feel and I'm hoping and prayin' and willing
I'm nervous you nervous you drinkin' I'm drinkin' we rockin'
I'm talkin' you talkin' I'm in it you in it, no stopping
I'm quiet you quiet we sit here, we looking in silence

[Hook:]
I'll be there I'll be there I'll be
I'll be there I'll be there I'll be
I'll be you baby I'll be you baby I'll be you
And I might came through, what you do
But I'll be I said I'll be there

[Verse 2:]
You workin' I'm workin'
I get that coffin and kill that pussy in Venice
Yeah, You sweatin' I'm sweatin'
We overdoing the mollys, won't let us finish
Yeah, I need it you need it
And we both fiendin' I guess that's our agreement
I'm naked, you naked
And neither one of us tryna look for a blanket
Got questions on questions about what answers I know
Because when we're drinkin'
Your spirit my spirit illuminates through our bodies
I feel we whole
Eye contact exchanging favors, I guess it's better to know you

[Hook]

[Outro:]
I'll be there I'll be there I'll be there
I'll be you baby, I see you baby
I see you in the morning, I see you in the evening
I see you in the nighttime when I thought I was creepin'
I see you baby
I'll be you baby
And I was sittin' at home lonely wishing you was here
Now I'm thinkin' to myself "Why I ain't already leave yet?"
I see you baby
I'll be you baby
I see you in the morning, I see you in the evening
I see you in the nighttime when I thought I was creepin'
I see you baby

 

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Covered N Money

[Hook]
I'm covered in money, I'm covered in money
These bitches, these niggas, they all want something from me
I'm covered in money, I'm covered in money
Just stop all that frontin' (a hundred!)
I'm goin' back to court before they start taking a trial
I heard what you told to the judge
I been gettin' money like this for a while

[Verse 1]
Diamond, I eat them, my brother's my keeper
We selling that ether with other features
My momma seems to know I'm at the Grammies
She know how to keep me, she better not get greedy
I hit the lottery
Tell me your thoughts and you better not lie to me
Right in that corner, and I'm a product of my community
And I'm a product
Torching that gas, we torching that gas
We blowing up fast, we blowing up fast
We put on that mask and come with that cash
Yeah, yeah, check, I got a motor from running the border
You know what you know but don't tell it to cops
Ain't leaving no evidence, cut off my locks

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Treat me like royalty, do all my chores
Do all my dirty work, f*ck up my ho
Take all my houses and treat it like yours
That's what you wishing now drape to the floor
Why you be stealing from nigga this hot?
F*ck with that bitch cause you know that she bi
Working on working on feeding the kids
Ain't you been doing this life I create
Your attitude not fitting this situation
Bring me up outta your investigation
I'mma go harder with no limitations
My money so long these bitches can taste it
Pay out these lawyers to throw away cases
Don't think the traces can lead out of state
Finally made it, these niggas, they hate it

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3]
I could make Franklins do a back-a-flips!
How'd I get in this predicament?
Maybe you're guilty or innocent
This is New York, it ain't working out
Wishing we all can go back in time
You holding a grudge, I'm holding them slugs
I'm full of them drugs, it's all in my mug
Everybody tryna settle up
Hoping we can take a better route
Told the DA, I just call a bluff
Told the DA 'bout this jewelry on
I done been talking on the phone
You bitch ass niggas ain't nothing but a clone

[Hook]

[Outro]
I'm covered in money, I'm covered in money
These bitches, these niggas, they all want something from me
I'm covered in money, I'm covered in money
Just stop all that frontin'
Stop all that frontin'

 

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Special

Freeband Gang!
Its only the chosen ones
That come from nothing and make millions
And can tell you doing it

[Hook:]
You ain't even trynna be special
You ain't even trynna be special
You ain't even trynna be special
I thought you was someone special

[Verse 1 - Future:]
You keep breaking down in front of me
How thats gon' look to my niggas when they honor me
I set the tone of this i can't let no one intervene
You can't take my pressure you probably be done blowed your brain
These bitches wanna' use everything i worked for the fame
You know the dues i paid but the money drive em' insane
They wanna go to court and sue me and take everythang
This double working on yo niggas and they taking aim
Im on the hide and imma stay up here right with the planes
You got a grammy and young nigga on that purple drank
Im a motherf*cking astronaut and I'm untamed
I made a million off of metro ask the dope game
I booked the show up and rock the show up like some cocaine

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Future:]
I bag bitches Burkin bag on bad bitches
Rags to riches I had it never lost it
I stayed at it i stayed flossing'
I been sleeping' in dope houses
My mind wasn't even there nigga
Im rare nigga
I been there nigga starving
My confidence been there nigga
When i was serving off them quarters
You wouldn't even though we had a plug
You wouldn't even think we had a plug
From corner bricks I been special
From corner bricks I been special
We here nigga
They counted us out we bounce back nigga
Now they back round with us
Like they was hustlin' back wit us
When we was puttin' that real on top fake in the middle
Turn that cake into some ice nigga
Its black migo for life
Black migo gang we here the original salute!

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Future:]
His momma hate me her mamma hate me
They hate I made it
They love when I struggle they love when I suffer
I got all the scars to prove it
I took my scars and made a movie
I got all my niggas with me through the bad and the good
I got all my jewels on me and I'm still in the hood
I can never stop from grinding cause I made it out the mud
I can never forget when I was on the block selling drugs
Codeine calm my nerves I was getting high since a kid
I took all my problems and I turned it all into hits
I can channel my anger now I can go make me some billions
They trynna' predict my next move but I say f*ck politics
Long as I stick to the formula I'm never gon' switch
Freeband gang for life thats the blueprint

[Hook]

[Outro - Young Scooter:]
Juug!
Juug!
Juug!
Count Up!
Young Scooter
Black Migo Gang

 

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Benz Friendz (Whatchutola)

[Pre-Hook: Andre 3000]
I told that bitch I'on't give a f*ck about a Benz, bitch
I told that bitch I'on't give a f*ck about a Benz, bitch
I told that bitch I'on't give a f*ck about a Benz, bitch
And I don't want no bitch who need to have that kind of friendship
I told that bitch I'on't give a f*ck about a Lamb, ho
I told that bitch I'on't give a f*ck about a Lamb, ho
I told that bitch I'on't give a f*ck about a Lamb, ho
And I don't want no bitch who need that kind of nigga, scram, ho

[Hook: Future (Andre 3000) x2]
These cars don't mean shit, these hoes don't mean shit
These clothes don't mean shit, this show don't mean shit
(Whatchutola, what, whatchutola)
(Whatchutola, what, whatchutola)

[Verse 1: Future]
Graduated from the fabricated sabotages
Conversated with a lady goin' Lambo crazy
Bitch, you better cut it, shawty, I'm 'bout to cut you off
Oh, you greedy in Tahiti, I just seen you flaunt
Aye, tell that girl you 'bout to settle, whatchu tired of?
Aye, see how she react when you're no longer in your Bimmer
Then she find out that the Bentley wasn't really rented
Can you sell a kilo? Help a nigga move a kilo
Oh, you want the private jet to take a flight to Rio
Can't no Maybach prevent a nigga from makin' mula
Oh, you gold diggin' diggin' graveyard loser
Ain't none of my cars American, King of Zamunda
Let's have a heart-to-heart, drink wine, make art
Backseat of the Benzo, the AMG
Can you love a thug, is all make believe
Pure fantasy, I see through it easily

[Pre-Hook]

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Andre 3000]
I told the girl I'm 'bout to sell the Porsche, I'm tired of it
She go and told these folks I'm goin' broke, a smile poured
From my lips, cuz if I'm broke, it's only hearted
Broken records from broken English, that's all it
(Hol up) and if I were, why would you throw a party?
Affection is so convenient when ballin'
Correction: these hoes don't mean it when fallin'
I guess that's why Lois can't be with Clark Kent
Fly on a nigga back while he Superman
But if I'm in a wheelchair, you still there?
Stop searchin' for words, I feel stupid man
The shit is the Pittsburgh, I still care
White button downs and Emory scrubs
Had to write her birthday down cuz my memory sucks
But this shit comes back up like some acid reflux
Or a Michael Jackson jacket with some plastic zippers
I was zippin' through the city and I don't give a f*ck
1994 Toyota Land Cruiser because
That bitch ain't never broke down on me, why would I do that to her?
Simple is it, symbolism, I'll pull up at a club
And might not never buy a new car again, if I can help it
Cause if I buy one they gon sell ten, then what I'm left with?
Throw a nigga one on the strength, then we might could talk
Til then, I'mma ride my f*ckin' bike, or walk

[Pre-Hook]

[Verse 3:]
[Future:]
I told that girl, I told that girl tell the truth
Say she the greatest bitch I ever met, then show me some proof
These girls be droppin' these lies, these girls be makin' shit up
She don't wanna stand in my line, she tryna come to the front
[Andre 3000:]
Yeah, she love her country but hate American cars
For the shape of them, he'll have you know all them bitches is foreign
If yellow seems to be the color in fashion
What happens to all this good black pussy he keep ignorin'?
The world told him don't shit rhyme with orange
The girl is only with him because he's tourin'
Well go on angel, I don't blame you, don't hang yo head
I know it's survival for you, get it like an IOU
[Future:]
She's so
Multi-realistic, I'm just enjoyin' life, I'm livin' life, you know?
That worldwide pussy, yeah
Worldwide pussy, yeah
Pull up at a girl crib bumpin' Lil' Boosie, yeah

[Pre-Hook]

[Hook]

[Outro: Future]
We drive these cars on the regular
This life that I live is incredible
We gon be fly whenever, we gettin' richer forever
Without these foreign vehicles, we still gon be together?
Yeah

 

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Blood, Sweat, Tears

[Intro:]
I wish everyone, I wish everyone
I wish everyone here could see it
I wish everyone, I wish everyone
I wish everyone, I wish everyone

[Hook:]
I gave my blood, sweat, tears
You couldn't have known what I did for this
You couldn't have known, you couldn't have known
You couldn't have known, you couldn't have known
You couldn't have known what I did for this
You couldn't have known, you couldn't have known
You couldn't have known, you couldn't have known

[Verse 1:]
Ay, This right here, this is a miracle
This moment now, this is spiritual
Stay with the fork and the powder to whip
Cause we work and we add on additionals
Niggas be claimin they working, they working, but nigga we just don't agree with you
Don't none of these bad bitches sleep with you
Ain't no real nigga gon' eat with you
Everybody want a dollar, everybody want a check
Nigga there's only one future messiah, now higher than what you respect
How the f*ck you get my number? Hungry ass baby, karma
You ain't never knew my struggle, they will never ever understand

[Hook:]
I wish everyone in there could see it
I wish everyone in here could see it
I wish everyone I wish everyone
I gave my blood, sweat, tears
You couldn't have known what I did for this
You couldn't have known what I did for this
You couldn't have known, you couldn't have known
I wish everyone, I wish everyone
You couldn't have known, you couldn't have known
You couldn't have known what I did for this
You couldn't have known, you couldn't have known
I wish everyone, I wish everyone
You couldn't have known, you couldn't have known

[Verse 2:]
I wish everyone in here could see it
I wish everyone in here could see it
Ya'll niggas never believed me
Ya'll niggas never believe it
Nigga we fresh off the boat, we don't give a f*ck 'bout sleepin' on floors
Nigga I'm fresh out of court, I just fired my lawyer, then bought a new lawyer
I know you went thinkin' I left you behind
You see what I went through to get here
You know what I came through to be here
Everybody want a piece of me
Everybody wants some piece of fame
I wish you could feel all my mama's pain

[Hook:]
I wish everyone in there could see it
I wish everyone in here could see it
I gave my blood, sweat, tears
You couldn't have known what I did for this
You couldn't have known what I did for this
You couldn't have known, you couldn't have known
You couldn't have known, you couldn't have known
You couldn't have known what I did for this
You couldn't have known, you couldn't have known
You couldn't have known, you couldn't have known
I gave my blood, sweat, tears
I wish everyone, I wish everyone

[Verse 3:]
All I ever wanted for you was to believe in me
I came, I struggled, I made it, I conquered
One hunnid, I kept my word, I kept my word, I promise
You envying dedication and some hard work
We redefined gravity, go way beyond Earth

[Outro:]
I wish everyone in here could see it
I wish everyone, I wish everyone
I wish everyone in here could see it
I wish everyone, I wish everyone
I wish everyone in here could see it
I wish everyone, I wish everyone
I wish everyone in here could see it
I wish everyone, I wish everyone
I wish everyone in here could see it
I wish everyone in here could see it
I wish everyone in here could see it
I wish everyone, I wish everyone
I wish everyone, I wish everyone
I wish everyone, I wish everyone
I wish everyone, I wish everyone
I wish everyone, I wish everyone
I wish everyone, I wish everyone
I wish everyone, I wish everyone

 

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Big Rube Speaks

(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

I'm stainless
Tethered by earth and flame
Mixed with time and pain
Ingrained with higher purpose know the worth of my name
And the product I done came with
Not blameless for the straps and the dope that I hold
The sacks that I sold
Kept my baby out the cold and her belly full of food
And her back never lacking of clothes
This game is so grimy it's impossible to win with your innocence intact
Matter of fact it deranges
The person that you wanted to remain intrinsically changes
We can actualize but our actual lives are affected by a hunger for sane-ness
In the back of our minds are the nastiest lines that a dope emcee never came with
Once we get tired of fakin', unchain the beast in the brain that awakens
See the clear path that I used to couldn't see
Be the kind of artist that I thought I couldn't be
Become that man that'd rather die standing than ever live head down bending a knee
So I purify my soul in the land of the fire
My sweat and my tears dull pain
And the blood that I leave on the battlefield proves what I've always known
I was born to reign

 

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Side Effects

(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

[Verse:]
You pay my team
Hold down my crew
You wash my clothes
You buy my grocery
You stay up late
You say whatever
That's whatever it take
You f*cking slick stuff
It ain't hard to tell
Ask so know how it feel
But read my mail
Baby, I suppose I take you serious
Keep talkin' dirty, I love to hear it

[Hook:]
Cause I never took nothin' from you
Just tell me what it cost
Bonds to the fire
And when we run to the finish
No screens, no cak
Cause I gotta be honest, if you want it all,
I give it to you
Side effects, no side effects
No side effects, I give it all to you
Side effects, I give it all to you

[Verse:]
My nigga stay floating across yo water
I give you pleasure, you play your part
I smoke too much, say you don't mind
At least you make, make up for your time
You f*cking superstar, you f*cking up
Ain't bout that talking, hey girl, are you sure?
Giving me some, never taking it back
Ain't no side effects, remember that

[Hook:]
Cause I never took nothin' from you
Just tell me what it cost
Bonds to the fire
And when we run to the finish
No screens, no cak
Cause I gotta be honest, if you want it all,
I give it to you
Side effects, no side effects
No side effects, I give it all to you
Side effects, I give it all to you

 

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I'll Be Yours

(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

[Verse 1:]
All the time that I see, give you my word that I be yours
A lot of niggas tryna catch up with that
But they don't seen what I done seen up in these streets
Crack addicts and dope house, how many you want
We grew up in the scrubs,
But now we at the dealership with all our friends,
Holler that, how many you want
You electrical and exceptional and inside of you
Is an angel named St. Michael,
He say he's in there to protect you and never lie to you
It's so hard to be faithful, but you sing to me,
You hold me down, I'm a try for you

[Hook:]
Come here, you swearing I be yours [x2]
You drink and I be yours [x2]
Gal, you in'hear what I'm sayn
You rockin', I be yours [x2]
Do that, everything that I need and I'll be yours
And you know that I will: one word, and I'll be yours [x2]
And you know that I feel, that's my word

[Verse 2:]
Either your friend got my back
She just mem' it, but she feel it
And she goes to eat somebody's time and shit
We gon' kill it
Either mine on your wrist, that just somethin' for today
Driving Rolls for the week, Subaru for the skeet
Got that condo for the month
You get massages for an hour
Red lipstick on my body print
I can see the way you seducing, I promise

[Hook:]
Come here, you swearing I be yours [x2]
You drink and I be yours [x2]
Gal, you in'hear what I'm sayn
You rockin', I be yours [x2]
Do that, everything that I need and I'll be yours
And you know that I will: one word, and I'll be yours [x2]
And you know that I feel, that's my word

 

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How Can I Not

(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

[Intro - Future:]
We on that drank we on that drank
I got 20, 000 on me by mistake
How can I not ball until everything fade away
How can I not how can I not

[Hook - Future:]
How can I not make a movie
How can I not do this shit that these niggas don't love
How can I not get the Xans and the mollies the percs and the drank and the drank in the Syrup
How can I not take my style back from niggas
When niggas was taking my style way before
How can I not how can I not how can I not
How can I not how can I not how can I not
How can I not how can I not how can I not
How can I not get this gwala and flip all this gwala
Because a young nigga was starving
How can I not make this music for dealers and killers and niggas who out there be robbing

[Verse 1 - Future:]
Run in your spot smashing your ho f*ck on your couch
Quit Running your mouth flipping my pen beginning to end
Telling the plot look at my watch f*ck all your thoughts
I appreciate you niggas I appreciate you bitches for keeping me relevant talk all you want drank all I want
How can I not make you niggas regret how can I not go and get me a check how can you not get hooked on percocet
How can you not be the one who was star how can you not be the one who was king
How can you not come around all these niggas and I stare at these niggas be rocking this bling
Cum bitch then cum again how can I not want to f*ck her friend
Proper game make em all wonder how it feel being with a pimp
Everyday something different money cars clothes different
Me and money got a chemistry me and you a big difference

[Hook - Future]

[Verse 2 - Young Scooter:]
Gotta get this gwap set down that block scrape them pots
Gotta call this plug count this check how can I not
Gotta work them spots work them Glocks watch that clock
Gotta move these bricks I'm on probation bitch I'm hot
How can I not get all this money give all my niggas in the hood a block
Buy a drop and another watch then flex some more nigga how can I not
Them freeband niggas got all that money but bmg how we stamp them blocks
We remix bricks in Mexico you know we take a half off top
Jugg with my money nigga how can I not f*ck you mean I got 20 spots
Niggas swagger jacking off of Future trying to steal his spot
Cause we make that million dollar music and we off the block
Drought season hit up hector phone nigga how can I not

[Hook - Future]

[Outro - Future:]
We on that drank we on that drank
I got 20, 000 on me by mistake
How can I not ball until everything fade away
How can I not how can I not

Before you got in the race nigga
I already lapped the niggas you with and
The niggas who coming behind me You Heard Me
Subliminal ass bitches!

 

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Sh!t

(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

[Hook x2:]
Talking 'bout you popping tags, nigga you ain't bought shit
Talking bout a hunned bottles, nigga you ain't popped shit
All you talk nana clips, nigga you ain't shot shit
Spending money on these hoes, nigga you ain't f*ck shit

Shit
Shit

[Verse 1:]
Bought the ho a hunned pair of red bottoms
Thats a quarter milly on a hand job my nigga
Blllll stick'em f*ck you and every nigga came witcha
Gone put a nigga on a picture
Gone put a nigga on a t-shirt
Back in the day when a nigga sell dope
I'mma slap your daddy allofdem put'em in a hole
Glock 40 whooo
My ambitions as a rider
Sipping on lean getting higher
Nigga im a codein buyer
No you not a foreign whip driver
Shoutout to the shooters and the shooters only
You never walk around with alot of money
Bundles falling all out your pocket
When you hit'em in the head can you keep a solid
Bulletproof whip we'll blow it up
Like some raw uncut don't blow it up
Represent your gang nigga throw it up
I don't give a f*ck where you at nigga throw it up

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2:]
Catch a nigga slipping at the red light
With ya AK, let me see you shoot it
You're a goon, you're a goon, you're a goon, you're a goon
Nigga let me see you prove it
Presidential rollie and its glidin'
Love a nigga wrist when its shinin'
Hate a nigga wrist when its blingin'
So I went and added more diamonds
Hot boy nigga, BG
Thats the way these young niggas eat
Drinking on syrup can't sleep
Keep a couple standing with ya partner
Blockbuster niggas running around with real choppers
Nigga what's the color of them bottles, they ain't gold
And you moving round with ya ho
You ain't even sticking to the code
Pimps up, pimps up, hoes down, hoes down
A pool full of money and I'm 'bout to drown
I'mma fool on the corner with that Bobby Brown
Button up suits at the Grammy's
Had to turn it up for the family
Yes I'm a freebandz bandit

[Hook]

Writer: Michael Williams, Nayvadius Wilburn, Pierre Ramon Slaughter
Copyright: Lyrics © Sounds From Eardrummers LLC, Irving Music Inc., Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp., WB Music Corp.

 

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Karate Chop (Remix)

(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

[Intro:]
You know, This just some real nigga shit, a real nigga story
You know what I'm saying?

[Hook:]
Slang a bunch of narcotics
Pull up in the new 'rarri
Living like John Gotti
Chopping bricks like karate
Drink a bunch of codeine
Serving to the dope fiends
Blowing money, stay clean
Michael Jackson, Billy Jean

[Verse 1: Future]
Got a Panamera round a young nigga neck
Got a young bitch pulling up in a vet
Smoke a lot of kush & I have a lot of sex
Had to beat the grind up, ran up my check
Bitch nigga get money, nigga get that
Roll a blunt of chronic, nigga sell a lot of crack
You can hit a nigga line, order what you want
I can whoop a Maserati, pulling up a donk
50,000 on yo watch, young nigga splurge
Pop a ace of spade bottle, sip a lot of syrup
Keep a young nigga workin' gotta buss a cape
I'mma take a phone call, hustle everyday

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Future]
Whipping up a cake, just to go and snatch a spider
Young nigga play with keys, like a type writer
Al Capone, John Gotti was a nigga idol
I was never snitching, I can put it on the Bible
In a 4 door beamer, driving with a rifle
Nigga where you at, nigga we go pull up on ya
Young Bitch looking like Janet in the 80's
We was grinding up from a tube and a baby
Got the girl dripping wet like a Jheri curl
Got a styrofoam cup and its full of syrup
Send it over from Lil Mexico & Let me Work
I can get 36 for a clean shirt

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Pop a lot of pain pills
Bout to put rims on my skateboard wheels
Beat that pussy up like Emmett Till
Yeah...
Two cell phones ringin' at the same time
That's your ho, callin' from two different phones
Tell that bitch "leave me the f*ck alone!"
See, you f*ck her wrong, and I f*ck her long
I got a love-hate relationship with Molly
I'd rather pop an ollie, and my dick is a trolly
Boy, I'll bury you like Halle
And these hoes say I'm blind,
Cause I don't see nothin' wrong with a little bump and grind
Man I just received a package
Them other niggas taxin'
And my pockets so fat, I'm startin' to feel contractions
And my cousin went to jail for them chickens
And he already home and that nigga must be snitchin'
Cut him off like karate!

[Hook]
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Writer: WILBURN, NAYVADIUS / WAYNE, LELAND TYLER / CARTER, DWAYNE / BUICE, RICO
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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