Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Willie Jerome Byrd
Willie Jerome Byrd
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Will A Fool
Will A Fool
Producer
Eric Manco
Eric Manco
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
I'm tryna go back in time, watch 'em freeze up
I'm tryna smoke some herb, mamacita
Some people say, I don't believe ya
It's just the ways of the world but I'm still taking chances
It's just the ways of the world but a **** still impressed
[Verse 2]
The way I'm shinning every day, you might get blinded
I'm out my mind, every day I feel like flying
If you don't fuck with me my ****, I don't give a fuck
I got some partners, they gonna send you up the river
I keep the same aesthetics, I got the fuel unleaded
I never forget it
[Verse 3]
Hit my numbers, watch it pile up, like I hit the lotto
I can guarantee you I'm the one they got the style from
Time is getting hard and my money got older
Dropping back the top, I got the world on my shoulders
Over and over, got to pour up, got to roll up
Got to cover my war wounds, no time to be sober
Flawless clarity blinding my demons
You giving life a new meaning when you dreaming
On the block we was scheming
Serving fiends
Rolling dice on the cement, yeah
I came from nothing all the way from nothing
They scheming on my blessings, yeah
Could've been the devil but maybe it was karma
Surrounded by the drama, oh yeah
Need to get my conscience back
I could feel chronic in my chest
Sometimes I feel like I'm running out of breathe
Hustling untill the sun come
Feeling like the last don left
[Verse 4]
The way I'm shinning every day, you might get blinded
I'm out my mind, every day I feel like flying
If you don't fuck with me my ****, I don't give a fuck
I got some partners, they gonna sail you up the river
I keep the same aesthetics, I got the fuel unleaded
I never forget it
I never forget it
[Verse 5]
Ain't got no room for no mistakes
Ain't no flodging
Just the road I took, it was cloudy, it was foggy
Pour a 4 and I'm gonna smoke up like a Marley
It was cold I remember days I was hungry
Bread up, getting paid, **** getting cocky
Give a fuck what a **** say, pockets stocky
Came a long way from selling dope to ice rocky
All this platinum ice in the face feeling godly
When it's said and done I'm a make a billion, like Kylie
Bitches feed me grapes because I'm grateful and I'm styling
Ain't got time to wait on **** I'm going to catch a body
Ain't got time to wait on **** I'm going to catch a body
[Verse 6]
The way I'm shinning every day, you might get blinded
I'm out my mind, every day I feel like flying
If you don't fuck with me my ****, I don't give a fuck
I got some partners, they gonna sail you up the river
I keep the same aesthetics, I got the fuel unleaded
I never forget it
[Verse 7]
Get my numbers ,watch em pile up, hit the lotto
I can guarantee you, one on one, they got the style from me
Written by: Willie Jerome Byrd, Nayvadius Wilburn
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