Mask Off - Future

I was so high out my mind, I thought I wasn't gon' see tomorrow Yeah Stayin' ten toes down with my head up Oh, woah, oh, oh Teezy on the beat (T-T-Teezy on the beat) Mafia the dream, with these gunshots I was talkin' to um... I was talkin' to Slime when I seen um... I think I asked him do he think, do he think I could do somethin' Then he said, "Bro, you fuckin', Is you fuckin' crazy?" That nigga said, "Hell yeah" Then he said some other shit behind it Reportin' straight out of the slums (Slums) From rags to riches I got me some bitches and I changed up how I come (Come) In a drought when your pockets got mumps These niggas believing it then Right on my sack, you know I ain't dumb Wherever I'm goin', I pull up with something .38 and they hate it Where I'm from it's hard make it (Make it) I never let 'em take it (Take it) Man guess I was nominated (Woah) Told the bitch that I'm leavin' so face it (Face it) Get a new hoe, and have me a baby (Baby) Out the jungle, I conquered and made it It still don't feel like I'm famous (Famous) Feel like they don't feel me now (They don't feel me now), yeah Fillin' up the stack see me now (Fillin' up the stack see me now), yeah I'm steps away, I can't stop now (I can't) No I won't let you waste my time Surrounded by some millionnaires (Oh woah) And I know I'ma be one when I walk off Feel like I can be a trillionaire (Oh woah) Yeah I'ma be the one that they talk 'bout Yeah I'ma be the one that they talk about I'ma be the one they envy, yeah Hate it when you made it out the struggle Love to see a nigga in the trenches (Pluto) Went to sleep, had a few nightmares Nigga just left off a mission All the way paid my dues, dropped out of school, now I'm winning I had a girl with some red hair, made a nigga feel like Chapo Just got off the phone with the vato Know the young nigga gon' kill some I wanna get me a meal ticket, my young niggas wanna get his murders up Gotta go get me a million, spend half of it on convertible Trappin' out the porch, no daddy Had to go and get mine out the gutter Came out poor and ashy, now a nigga takin' care of my mother Wish I had the cure on sickle cell, I hate to see my sister suffer You can never put a price on how much I love her Surrounded by some millionnaires (Oh woah) And I know I'ma be one when I walk off Feel like I can be a trillionaire (Oh woah) Yeah I'ma be the one that they talk 'bout Feel like they don't feel me now (They don't feel me now), yeah Feds stop stunnin' they see me now (Yeah I'm stunnin' they see me now), yeah I'm steps away, I can't stop now (I can't) No I won't let you waste my time (Yeah) The bezel out the gutter, yeah, yeah Fell in love with my Cartier, yeah, yeah Go to war 'bout my brother, yeah, yeah I'll kill 'bout my brother, yeah, yeah Used to sleep on the floor, yeah, yeah Used to kick in the door, yeah, yeah I finesse with the bros, yeah, yeah

Peter Piper picker, I never kept her Peter Piper pepper, we never kept 'em Yeah I got more bracelets on than you got chains, bro Me and my dawg's dope came in on the same boat Whippin' the same dope, I put the bitch in the eighth stroke Right out the ghetto, too rap for the letto, yeah Caught my first body out in Bentley Coupe, yeah Ten real murders from my Migos, yeah Rock the Cuban link, top of my knees (yeah, yeah) Ostrich seats, bite your sleeves (yeah, yeah) Trippin', I'm like a referee up with these gators (yeah) Trip on my spot, it was no more basic cable (yeah) I mixed some Act with some yellow Tuss like a Laker (yeah) Three shot 'em like a mothafuckin' Pacer (Southside, yeah, yeah) Never lose like my mothafuckin' McGregor, ya heard? (Yeah) Inside the whips come red like ketchurp (Yeah) Count this money up with glasses like a mixer (Yeah) Codeine laboratory like on Dexter Bad yellow skin, Philippine Envious and gin never win Chrome, hard lens, help me sin Hit him in his back, South Central Made a lot of M's right from sinnin' Ready to smoke the pen by my women I prefer the shrimp, tired of chicken Ever saw me limp? That's I got more rings than you got hoes, bro I bought my BM a Bentley with the wings, yeah I let my kids fly private I'm Supreme, yeah Real killers move in silent, take that clean batch, yeah I want the one with the real hair I'm out the jungle, a real bear Put a chinchilla on anywhere I'm out that zoo, zoo, zoo I'm a gorilla, ape, nigga, ain't ate Ain't fantasize for all you niggas in yellow tape, yeah 'Cause these niggas, they ain't loyal, they been chillin' with the ops Doe Boy came in that 450 Spyder straight from off the block Had to throw my crack a few times, don't fuck with or with no cop Check on Google, I'm out my noodle I feed shrimps to all my shooters Ayy my bitch a bad bitch, so I turned her to a recruiter I'm a real assassin, quarter M for a back end Shawty got real sassy when I gave her that Patek If I bust it down today she'll never go back average So much Chanel I might as well open up my own store Used to use these belts as pillows, sleepin' on floors Original BMG nigga, yeah the Feds know I'm the richest nigga came from Lil' Mexico If you ever catch me limpin', 'cause I'm a pimp Chrome helps me see the haters, I can't see 'em Gotta keep 10 mil' stashed under my hoe's bed And I gotta keep some ice like a meth head

Freeband Gang (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) Yeah-yeah Hi-Tech Tech, yeah-yeah Big ol' jet, yeah-yeah Big ass TEC, yeah-yeah Big ass bitch, yeah-yeah Thick lil' shit, yeah-yeah I'm gettin' my money, yeah-yeah I'm gettin' this rich, yeah-yeah Straight out the crib, yep I'm straight out the trench, yep I'm straight out the trench, yep I'm straight out the trench, yep The trench of the trench (Woo) The drank on the floor I started, I pour But not no more Hop in that go-go-go-Ghost, I'm on go mode We drivin' every single car you want, send in the dope, ho She like to ride when I go jugg, I got a dope ho Make me sing to your bitch, K-Ci, JoJo Every day, every night, go to the moon All of my niggas geeked up in the room Paradise, shoot my one and two Astronaut takin' off, I got the proof (Yeah) Perky medics (Yeah, yeah) Head from Becky (Yeah, yeah) Gold baguetties (Yeah, yeah) Gold presi' (Yeah, yeah) I be down in Houston like Kareem, I'm a rocket Drank the drank and popped a couple beans, now I'm cocky Came through the game and took that shit like I was robbin' Chain rings, earrings, please proceed with cautions Courtside, I'm sittin' at the game with a Glock in my pocket All my niggas bang, brr, clear out the cartridge Go inside of Chanel store and start poppin' I told you, I'm rollin' off a bean like Scotty Yeah-yeah Hi-Tech Tech, yeah-yeah Big ol' jet, yeah-yeah (Big ol' jet) Big ass TEC, yeah-yeah Big ass bitch, yeah-yeah (Big ass bitch) Thick lil' shit, yeah-yeah I'm gettin' my money, yeah-yeah (Hi-Tech Tech) I'm gettin' this rich, yeah-yeah I'm straight out the crib I'm straight out the trench, yup I'm straight out the trench I'm straight out the trench, yup The trench of the trench (Woo) The drank on the floor I started, I pour But not no more Yeah, I fill up a cup with that red and I know it might kill me (Hi-Tech Tech) I throwed on the animal print and it got me bougie I sold my coke in the cold, the sweater was Coogi I can't forget my bros, we make a zoovie I am not supposed to be fuckin' these bitches, they jockin' my dick on the low I got her on lean (Woo), I got her on beans (Woo) She down to my team, man, I'm cuttin' up a ring, man Fully loaded magazines, shout out to the gangland And I can't even sleep I been already geeked for seven days Put the wood on that Banshee I position her more than seven ways I got black cards and Visas, I'm gettin' paid I'm sittin' in the dark, ain't got shades Take all the tablets and go to space Hi-Tech Tech, yeah-yeah Hi-Tech Tech, yeah-yeah Big ol' jet, yeah-yeah (Big ol' jet) Big ass TEC, yeah-yeah Big ass bitch, yeah-yeah (Big ol' bitch) Thick lil' shit, yeah-yeah I'm gettin' my money, yeah-yeah (Hi-Tech Tech) I'm gettin' this rich, yeah-yeah Hi-Tech Tech Hi-Tech Tech, Hi-Tech Tech (Yeah-yeah) Hi-Tech Tech (Yeah-yeah)

(DY Krazy) I'm popping my shit every morning (popping my shit), then I go to paradise Cough syrup got me dozin' off (Wheezy outta here), I can see you in my afterlife He snapped the clip in then drove off, he know somebody's 'bout to die tonight I leave the baddies in the house, superfly That Draco sittin' in the couch, I'm on fire But I don't fuckin' miss it though, I'm gon' slide I think out loud, I'ma get my money and I don't get tired Sit in the back of the Phantom and have a good night Ain't have to take nothing off, lit up like a light I can't see nothin' in the way, gone outta sight I get her lace on daily basis (yes), she my type I pop my shit and live lavish, never switch sides You can go to college, get a crib off the clothes I buy We get on the top of the fuckin' Hills off Sunset Drive I'm a product of the field, I'm just in my disguise Hit the trippin' off a pill but don't give me some cake I've been jumpin' on these lears, that's the way I'ma chase 'em Franklins comin' by the layers, that's the way we gon' make 'em She don't know when I'ma pop up so she gotta sleep naked I can tell the way they treat me, they gon' say I'm the greatest Ain't no tellin' if I leave, if I'ma ever come back (Pluto) Ain't gon' never let a disloyal bitch hold me back I done Goyard my bags, so it could hold my racks And all the love I got for Atlanta, I got the same for Chiraq You can't help who you love nigga (can't help who you love) That's why God made thug niggas (yeah, straight up) Cough syrup got me dozin' off I can see you in my afterlife He snapped the clip in then drove off He know somebody's 'bout to die tonight I leave the baddies in the house, superfly That Draco sittin' in the couch, I'm on fire But I don't fuckin' miss it though, I'm gon' slide I think out loud, I'ma get my money and I don't get tired I think out loud, I'ma get my checks, fuck you niggas I need to get it off my chest, fuck you niggas I got my hitters in the cut, I'm still that nigga I got her flattin' out her tummy, I'm that nigga (super) Taking my time, my new bank account gettin' taller I flood out Richard, that gon' cost me at least a quarter (least a quarter) I done been in my bag lately and I been poppin' my collar (in my bag) I got a good taste in bitches 'cause they swallow (yeah) I done birthed a lotta lil' niggas, I'm their father (Future) Can't be responsible for how you move, 'cause I taught ya (I can't) Keep it a thousand, ok bool, that's how I was brought up (one thousand) Lil' nigga had to pay his dues, man, slaughter (free Lu) Nine bracelets on me, baby, hold on, wait (hold on) Nine rings on me, baby, hold on, wait (I'm the champ) Got that Glizzy on me, baby, hold on, wait (that's a Glock) Don't be shy with that pussy, hold on, wait (yeah, mine) 90 vibes at the crib, pick a race (yes) I would've said at least one hundred to play it safe (robbin' the safe) When it come to loud, I'ma roll with Grade A (Grade A) I don't go outta town unless I'm fillin' up the safe I done crocodile my Pradas, just to hold my racks And all the love I got for Atlanta, I got the same for Chiraq You can't help who you love, nigga That's why God made thug niggas You can't help who you love, nigga I'm poppin' my shit every mornin' Then I go to paradise Can't help who you love, nigga That's why God made thug niggas

I bet she love I bet she love, love I bet she It's true I said I love you but I didn't promise We came from grippin' the K's, our fingers got bunions Keep adding on keys to my door And we made love All this fake love got me damaged I can't take it, I just popped another xanny I'm fuckin' on your bitch when I land in the states from another planet Fly as a bitch when I make mistakes and I don't plan it, yeah Yeah, I bet she loves me (I bet she loves me) I bet she loves me (I bet she loves me, I bet she loves me) Show me the love to my friends bitch I dropped the top out the Benz Been rockin' since creme de la creme, yeah I know we never go in I tat the footprint of my kids, ayy Life of recess Starvin' to the ceilings Can't forget, my big brother called me home from a bid, yeah Turbo nine eleven coupe for the ridge Turbo nine eleven coupe for the ridge, yeah I fucked her friend, I would never tell her I feed the swoop peanut butter jelly Up a hundred mil, let my nigga tell it Up a hundred mil I done cracked the seal, let these haters tell it But I cracked the seal I can get 'em killed, yeah Kill Bill And I got diamonds from my toes up to my ears Yeah I got an implant inside, took off the goodyears Yeah I got red diamond on the eye ring, not tears Got the shirt off in the Rolls Royce, yeah Put a hole on the killtech, 'cause I ain't tryna get killed yet I bet she love I bet she love, love I bet she love me All this fake love got me damaged I can't take it, I just popped another xanny I'm fuckin' on your bitch when I land in the states from another planet Fly as a bitch when I make mistakes and I don't plan it, yeah I don't give a fuck about big homie, I'm big homie 'round here I'm rockin' blue diamonds, ain't nothin' to get ya killed You gonna get scarred, you don't get eternal life (I bet she loves) Ballin out for X before I rolled dice (I bet she loves) The agent just called and said the Hawks was available, I'm ready You're all about the hawk nigga, that G5 is calling you (it's callin' you) It's pink way more than I ever imagined I done measured it so I'm higher than Aladin (leggo) No swaps out, I'm undecided whenever I pop out I had the swerve for four years, I'm still under 40.000 miles Bought the Bentley coupe and a bedspread on the same day She drove the GTF, fell in love with it the same day She told me it was her favorite car, she dreamed about it I couldn't walk away, my ego all in the way I dropped cash on it, she told me she loved me even more (Freebandz) These photos and quaaludes, they got me dehydrated Turn on me, sue me, now nothing seems to amaze me I left on a commercial flight and downgraded If I can change anything I wouldn't erase it (I wouldn't erase it) Came back on a private plane and upgraded (I made it) It had to be destiny, it had to be the recipe It had to be the formula, I'm not normal I told you (I told you) If you woulda took the flesh out me You woulda ran off with it and tried to convince me it was karma (I bet she love) All this fake love got me damaged I can't take it, I just popped another xanny (I bet she love) I'm fuckin' on your bitch when I land in the states from another planet (I bet she love) Fly as a bitch when I make mistakes and I don't plan it (I bet she love), yeah I bet she love I bet she love I bet she, I bet I bet she love