On 2 Us (feat. DJ Esco) - Future

I got the Rollie from outta the shoebox I brought 'em back out I just got through from smashin' on two em I blew they back out I'm on a pill, ridin' my top off I got that Mac out I got a four and half of white I'm in a crack house You ain't never had to on no caper You don't know them licks 'bout Finesse the same nigga three times Then had to take the plug out I took the same pill three times I feel like I took off This my young nigga that grew up in the warzone He tryna take care his own family, they puttin' a lot on 'em I'm in Fendi, but my bitch, she from the island It's extended because these niggas they been eyein', yeah, yeah Before we admit it, we will get acquitted, yeah, yeah They gonna pull up on my best days, got a pocket full of racks I got Mariam, I got Kida, that's my fourth and fifth bitch They been ridin' with me from the beginnin' when I started this shit I been lyin' to 'em from the beginnin', and it's hard for me to quit I got the Rollie from outta the shoebox I brought 'em back out I just got through from smashin' on two em I blew they back out I'm on a pill, ridin' my top off I got that Mac out I got a four and half of white I'm in a crack house You ain't never had to on no caper You don't know them licks 'bout Finesse the same nigga three times Then had to take the plug out I took the same pill three times I feel like I took off This my young nigga that grew up in the warzone My young nigga don't smoke on swishers But he got a Swiss account They tried to sue the kid on battery Had to switch accounts We gon' turn this shit to a murder scene Fuck what they think about it I clean my jewellery off with the Listerine I done made it up I put my fat stacks and some 1010s at my granny house We go and start a fire up anywhere like Boy Scouts Sonny told me go hard so went I caught the Lamborghini truck That was after, I copped the Maybach That was after, I copped the Rolls Royce Got a 458 Spider, matte black Shouts out to the red one We had to black migo run and then the feds come Went threw the black Migo money when platinum was 21 We turn a money fight in the club Nigga, to a thunderstorm I done got tired throwin in the air now, throwin' under arm I should just bust out and Started cryin' from all this jewellery on I still can't believe that's me when I turn the TV on How I'm gon' give up on me, I came out the murder zone, yeah I got the Rollie from outta the shoebox I brought 'em back out I just got through from smashin' on two em I blew they back out I'm on a pill, ridin' my top off I got that Mac out I got a four and half of white I'm in a crack house You ain't never had to on no caper, You don't know them licks 'bout Finesse the same nigga three times, Then had to take the plug out I took the same pill three times, I feel like I took off This my young nigga that grew up in the warzone We had to black migo run and then the feds come We threw the black Migo money when platinum was 21 We turn a money fight in the club nigga to a thunderstorm I done got tired throwin it in the air, now im throwin' under arm I should just bust out, started cryin' from all this jewellery on

Me and lil' mama, we exchange the fuck faces Pour the brown liquor up, made me go brazy Coolin' you down, you makin' me win Me and lil' mama, we exchange the fuck faces Pour the brown liquor up, made me go brazy Jump in the Benz, turnin' all 10 Coolin' you down, you makin' me win Took her to Chanel, she lost her mind, went crazy Introduced her to the real diamonds, no fugazy Chrome heart, clip, frame, that's when you know you made it Only way you drive it, if it's turbo, baby I get NBA money, KD I can go 100 rounds, nigga, don't play me Designer all the way down, bitch, slay me Automatic drip, AK me Baddy, baddy, better than Janet Jackson Feed ya racks, what ya expect? Got Stella McCartney, down your back Grey Poupon, thanks to the connect Canary stones all on your neck Tough man 'til morning, give me respect Bendin' it over, girl, I'm obsessed Keepin' me focused, I'm impressed Wipin' off your Louie V, bitch Hermès on your feet, bitch Dior on your sleeve, bitch Red wine when you sleep, bitch Wipin' off your Louie V, bitch Hermès on your feet, bitch Dior on your sleeve, bitch Red wine when you sleep I'm a motherfuckin' king, what you expect? Yeah, my Prada fanny pack is a pet Get the bust down Patek like you Barti I'ma spoil you like a brat, you a Barbie Hermès on my elbows down to my knees, bitch Look down at your stilettos, double C's, bitch Drivin' a big B with the wings on your seat, bitch Wanna be down on my team, can't be a weak bitch Gotta tell me all your secrets, can't be sneaky, bitch If you shy, drink tequila and get freaky, bitch We woke up in the sky, G60 'Fore you tell me a lie, we could fix this Found too many diamonds to get seasick Presidentials for my daughters and my nieces Treated you just like family, that's how I keep it I'm a man of my word, meet me at the Four Seasons Stamp your passport up, I pledge allegiance Get your Visa paid for if it's needed I can't see your ex-nigga, ain't no reason We all learn and we live and it's needed Wipin' off your Louie V, bitch Hermès on your feet, bitch Dior on your sleeve, bitch Red wine when you sleep, bitch Me and lil' mama, we exchange the fuck faces Pour the brown liquor up, made me go brazy

All I need is the two of us Brick of ice in a newer truck Pullin' up let them see us stunt If a nigga hate let them see my gun Dinner dates them shits cool with me But I be popping beans at least two or three So I'm probably geeked I keep a tool on me It's like fuck the world if it's you and me I got make it I been stressing 'bout it Where you been I'm only pressed about it You my only friend I feel less without ya Know I'm reckless 'bout ya Get to stepping' bout it See I got options But that pussy toxic and that head sloppy and that ass phat I think about it Having flashbacks So when we kicking back I still can't relax Heart broke I'm getting feelings back I'm in these streets and I be in the trap Tryna get away so I don't get attached My brother gone I can't get him back My mind gone and my soul trapped And I be eating ass I hope you in to that I'm on go, I can't move slow I be living fast like I'm in a Scat Me and you If I hit some licks, can you stash a brick? Can you make a move? Swear the two of us We can fuck them up And we don't need a crew We can rob the plug You can set them up and I'll sell his food We can fight or fuck Just don't fuck me up See I been hurt enough And I don't play with feeling If you play with mines imma fuck you up See I play with pistols Niggas really dying where I'm coming from We can run it up and then really slide Is we gone be together? Sunshine or the coldest weather We go back like Coogi sweaters Girl I'll buy you diamonds cuz that pussy pressure Pick you up in that newer truck It's a Dolo vibe just the two of us Buckle up but keep a pistol tucked I'm a hood nigga so I hang with thugs Pack slow been stressing bout it We got ends you ain't pressed about it Call your friends and you text about it 'Cuz my attention you want undivided That lil dress I'm take you out it You don't fake about it You gone take dick You gone ride it like a space ship So a day trip girl it ain't shit Brown liquor you gone pour it back Ass fat you gone throw it back Imma keep a gun like that shit attached We was under homes just to get it back Ya mind gone and your soul snatched It's mine forever can't get it back I'm on go, I can't move slow I be living fast like I'm running track Me and you If I hit some licks, can you stash a brick? Can you make a move? Swear the two of us We can fuck them up And we don't need a crew We can rob the plug You can set them up and I'll sell his food We can fight or fuck Just don't fuck me up See I been hurt enough And I don't play with feeling If you play with mines imma fuck you up See I play with pistols Niggas really dying where I'm coming from We can run it up and then really slide

Don't wrap it up in gold Don't hide it behind the sun Just give it to me as it is And let it stand Don't fly it like a kite Between the clouds It needs no excuse Just bring it down Let eyes that are in pain look upon it In all its glory Let us move on Let us move on For this is short And it will pass Let us move on Let us move on For this is short And it will pass For every voice that is lifted In reverence and pain Show us now And let love not be chained We should feel what we can stand And let us be alive So we know That we've done all we can Let hearts that are frozen get to see it In all its glory Let us move on Let us move on For this is short And it will pass Let us move on Let us move on For this is short And it will pass And let all that is lost be forgotten And it will pass So let all that is lost be forgotten Let us move on Like the waters in the open sea When tribulations come all we can say is hopefully And yesterday you could probably say there's no hope for me But today I'm overly dedicated, I'm 'posed to be A testimony for broken hearts in the city You either crash landing or planning on flying with me Misery loves standing behind its company, well Vividly I can see that your feelings would like to dwell On our past encounters, reaching over the counter Told me that it's a appealing to pop a pill, that's a downer I heard emotions burn deep I heard when you fall out of love the drop is steep I heard when you see a dove, that's what you try be Got these burdens under my wings, but I'm still free Cause I can make the decision to let it all go away Before I ever run astray I'll look you in the eye and say Let us move on Let us move on For this is short And it will pass Let us move on Let us move on For this is short And it will pass Let us move on Let us move on For this is short And it will pass Let us move on Let us move on For this is short And it will pass And it will pass

I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base You would fuck a rich niggas for the fame, won't you? You would give that pussy up to a lame, won't you? Like a old school, I re-did the frame on you I got my old shooters with me and they land on you Word to them niggas at the six A whole lotta lean, my nutrition They should've told ya I had the drank on me They should've told ya I brought the bank with me They should've told ya I keep that molly on me They should've told ya I got that stick with me You the one who duckin' from a drive by My niggas unemployed sellin' pot pies I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base I keep a shooter with me like Malone I fucked around and did it on my own Come and fuck with me baby, I'm a franchise Molly and them xans got me aggravated The hundreds and 'em fifties, get 'em separated Put them hundreds and them hundreds, yeah we segregated They tryna take the soul out me They tryna take my confidence and they know I'm cocky Fuck another interview, I'm done with it I don't give a fuck about a ho, I let a young hit it I play the games of the thrones with you I can't change, I was God-given Tryna make a pop star and they made a monster I'm posted with my niggas, let the champagne flow A nigga was depressed now my mind back healthy A product of them roach in 'em ashtrays I inhale the love on a bad day Baptized inside purple Actavis They should've told you I was on the pill They should've told you I was on the Lear I serve cocaine in some Reeboks I'm full of so much chronic, need a detox I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base They should've told you I'm was just a trap nigga I'm in the white house shootin' crack niggas I gave up on my conscience gotta live with it This remind me when I had nightmares These bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here They should've told you I'm was just a trap nigga They should've told you I was gon' lap niggas They should've told you I was overseas Say your last words, can't breathe They sent the ghetto bird out to peep me They finally did admit it, I was cloned Because I was ambitious, now I'm on Five in the mornin' on the corner rollin' stones I just work for money, I count it on my own, fuck They should've told you I was on the pill They should've told you I was on the Lear I serve cocaine and some Reebok I full of soo much chronic, need a detox I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base You the one who duckin' from a drive by My niggas unemployed sellin' Popeyes