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Future - Honest Lyrics






Look Ahead

Be Bold, You Smell Me, Lil Mexico!

While they laugh and shake their head
Still we coming in, now love you
The way we go, go, go, go, go, go
While they laugh and shake their head
Still we coming in, now love you
The way we go, go, go, go, go, go

While they laugh and shake their head
Still we coming in, now love you
The way we go, go, go, go, go, go
While they laugh and shake their head
Still we coming in, now love you
The way we go, go, go, go, go, go

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 Don 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

While they laugh and shake their head
Still we coming in, now love you
The way we go, go, go, go, go, go
While they laugh and shake their head
Still we coming in, now love you
The way we go, go, go, go, go, go

While they laugh and shake their head
Still we coming in, now love you
The way we go, go, go, go, go, go
While they laugh and shake their head
Still we coming in, now love you
The way we go, go, go, go, go, go

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

While they laugh and shake their head
Still we coming in, now love you
The way we go, go, go, go, go, go
While they laugh and shake their head
Still we coming in, now love you
The way we go, go, go
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Writer: ANDREW HARR, JERMAINE JACKSON, NAYVADIUS WILBURN, SANTI WHITE, MARIAM DOUMBIA, MARC-ANTOIN MOREAU
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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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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Writer: NAYVADIUS WILBURN, BRANDON RACKLEY, JAMES BERNARD JR. ROSSER
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
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Move That Dope

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

[Hook: Future x2]
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: Future x2]

[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: Future x2]

[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'ma set one though
Big ass bag but no man sandals
All that war, we need to let that go
That boom business, I'ma get that ho

[Hook: Future x2]

[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 me the purp, pass me the zan, young nigga 'bout to pass out
[?] 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 line, me no wait
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: Future x2]
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Writer: Terrence Thornton, Nayvadius Wilburn, Michael Len Williams, Pierre Ramon Slaughter, Rico Buice, Raymond Douglas Davies, Pharrell L Williams, Herby E Azor
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Kassner Associated Publishers Ltd, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
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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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Writer: MICHAEL WILLIAMS, JUSTIN GARNER, CAMERON THOMAZ, NAYVADIUS WILBURN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
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Honest

[Intro:]
Dark marks all 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
(Aye what it dooooo)
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 tell the truthhhhhhhhhooooh)
I keep a gang of bad b**ches 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 p**s coming back dirty, I'm just being honest
Got b**ches kissing on b**ches, 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**ked her on the spot, I'm just being honest
I'm a 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 some 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 tell the truthhhhhhhhhooooh)
I keep a gang of bad b**ches 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**k 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 b**ches out the strip club, I'm just honest
To you niggas all out 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 tell the truthhhhhhhhhooooh)
I keep a gang of bad b**ches 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

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Writer: GARY HILL, NAYVADIUS WILBURN, LELAND TYLER WAYNE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
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I Won

[ Featuring Kanye West ]

Trophy

I just wanna 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 wanna 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
A trophy

I won me a trophy
Trophy
I won me a trophy
A trophy (ay)

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 through halls so I can be with you
I wanna live my dream with you
You say that money don't matter it's times and the memories
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'

I just wanna 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 (I won, I won, I won)
A trophy

I won me a trophy
Trophy
I won me a trophy
A trophy (you the, you the, you the)

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 ultrasound
I wanna dip that ass in gold
I wanna 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?

I just wanna 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 (I won, I won, I won)
A trophy
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Writer: NICK SEELY, THERON MAKIEL THOMAS, TIMOTHY JAMAHLI THOMAS, LELAND TYLER WAYNE, KANYE OMARI WEST, NAYVADIUS WILBURN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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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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Writer: MATTHEW SAMUELS, ANDERSON HERNANDEZ, AUBREY GRAHAM, ALLEN RITTER, MIKE WILL, NAYVADIUS WILBURN, PIERRE SLAUGHTER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
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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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Writer: NAYVADIUS WILBURN, NOEL C. FISHER, KEMION JOHNEL COOKS, ANDRE ERIC PROCTOR, RASOOL RICARDO DIAZ, BRIAN SOKO
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
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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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Writer: NAYVADIUS WILBURN, SONNY COREY UWAEZUOKE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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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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Writer: BYRON SIMMONS, JOSHUA HOWARD LUELLEN, NAYVADIUS WILBURN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management
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Benz Friendz (Whatchutola)

I told that bitch, I told that bitch
I told that bitch, I told that bitch
Yeah, this for the niggas with Benzes and the niggas without 'em
Scram, ho!

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

These cars don't mean shit, these hoes don't mean shit
These clothes don't mean shit, these shows don't mean shit
(Whatchutola, what, whatchutola)
(Whatchutola, what, whatchutola)

These cars don't mean shit, these hoes don't mean shit
These clothes don't mean shit, these shows don't mean shit
(Whatchutola, what, whatchutola)
(Whatchutola, what, whatchutola)

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, whatchutola
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

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

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 because 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 then 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

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

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

Yeah, she love her country but hate American cars
For the shape of them, he'll have you know all of them bitches is foreign
If yellow seems to be the color in fashion
What happens to all of 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

She's so, materialistic
I'm just enjoyin' life, I'm livin' life, you know?
That worldwide pussy, yeah, worldwide pussy, yeah
Pull up at this girl crib bumpin' Lil' Boosie, yeah

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

These cars don't mean shit, these hoes don't mean shit
These clothes don't mean shit, these shows don't mean shit
(Whatchutola, what, whatchutola)
(Whatchutola, what, whatchutola)

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, can we still gon' be together?
Tell me
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Writer: BILLY VAUGHN, DAVID SHEATS, ANDRE BENJAMIN, PATRICK BROWN, RICO WADE, NAYVADIUS WILBURN, RAY MURRAY
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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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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Writer: NAYVADIUS WILBURN, THERON MAKIEL THOMAS, TIMOTHY JAMAHLI THOMAS, BRENT ANDREW KOLATALO, KEN LEWIS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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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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Back to: Future


Honest is the second studio album by American rapper Future. The album features guest appearances from Pharrell, Pusha T, Casino, Wiz Khalifa, Kanye West, Drake, Young Scooter, André 3000, and Lil Wayne.

It was supported by five singles: "Karate Chop", "Honest", "Shit", "Move That Dope", and "I Won", along with the promotional single, "Real and True".

Honest debuted at number two on the US Billboard 200, selling 53,000 copies in its first week. The album was certified gold by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA).
Genre(s): Trap
Producer(s): Detail, DJ Spinz, Katalyst, Metro Boomin, Mike Will Made It, Mr. DJ, Nard & B, Oddfellow, The Order, Organized Noize, The Runners, SoFly and Nius, Sonny Digital, Southside, TM88
Length: 47:11
Released: April 22nd, 2014
Year: 2014

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