Upcoming Concerts for Future
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Joshua Luellen
Songwriter
Kevin Gomringer
Songwriter
Tim Gomringer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Southside
Producer
Cubeatz
Producer
Eric Manco
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
They're there to see all of the real raw shit that you ain't sayin'
Know I've got to kept it all to myself, you know what I mean?
It's understandable, you know exactly who a motherfucker is though
You know what I'm saying?
You know exactly who a motherfucker is!
You could've been right here with a motherfucker!
But you ain't want to be right here with a motherfucker!
How the fuck you going to look at me now, and try to holla at me like we motherfucking friends?
You know we ain't no motherfucking friends
[Verse 2]
Yeah ****
You know how I fucking get it
I know I ain't perfect, but you know what I'm saying
Perfect
That's my rider, ****
Shorty riding with me
[Verse 3]
Lord forgive, me I been on a rampage, grim reaper
Riding in a Rolls Royce, yeah, yeah
Spend a day to sober up, then I pop me one up
I can't pop up when I want with her, she popular
I been trying to fight my demons, I been trying to fight my cup
Always tell her she my therapy, I told her it was rough
She's accepting all my flaws, I got diamonds with the cut
I been suffering withdrawals missing, out on real love
[Verse 4]
Different, you an angel to me, they gon' to try to convince me that it's different
But I know it's in my spirit and I can feel it, yeah
She don't bring up when these bitches being miserable and typical
Take my blood baby, we going digital
Thousand-dollar ski boots by Perry Ellis
And I don't plan on taking no ski trip, they even drip
Chanel fanny pack out in Egypt ain't no reason
Gucci bucket hat for all my heathens
Temporary distractions, ain't not grieving 'cause they reaching
Copying, they clone what I'm feeding, they be thieving
China white in my home be strategic, I got features
Grind up on my own 'cause I see how they mistreat me
Don't you let em turn you on me, I see it, I can peep it
Pill like white Patron, I can see it, you conceited
Talking on the phone, you can hear my tone, mischievous
Plastic or the chrome, whatever we need to keep us heated
[Verse 5]
Canary yellow stones girl shine on my demons
I feel it in my bones when you taking out my semen
I purchased a couple cashmere sweaters this evening
Take you for a walk in the park like a deacon
Half a ticket, pulling up on you and mamacita
Give you the keys in her face just to show her how I treat you
I'll take you out on dinner dates, got Franklins like Aretha
Trained in the warzone, codeine in my 1 liter
Pain in my attitude, it's vicious and it's lethal
Came out the avenue and ran into a diva
Broken hearted baby, had me down, had me leeching
You out the garden baby, I'm from the jungle with the leeches
Clouded my lungs up and I slowly start speaking
Rain, thundering showing you grace for this meeting
Giving you complements throughout the day and the weekend
Fall in love revenge, hoping that it kill my demons
[Verse 6]
Sitting out on my porch I'm in disbelief
Give me glory, give me Lori, that's victory
I wanna drop your name, is it chemistry?
Fuck this money and fame if it's meant to be
Like a Rockstar show up at a symphony
Rock hard, pissing on my enemy
Fuck 'em all, we don't show em sympathy
Her favorite color blue, I bought her Tiffany
[Verse 7]
Out the trap spot, I got my dope degree
They persuaded me, they going to try to persuade you to leave
Had laid in it, played in it, stayed in it for weeks
Mistakes like earthquakes they, come break us a piece
I'm not Catholic, but had to have a talk with the priest
Acrobatic flips, getting European cash across the sea
It's so radical, automatical, I'm knowing we elite
Fascinated by the lifestyle, you know that bring greed
Fascinated by your vice and it's ok
Fascinated over your crisis, it's warfare
When we roll, when we converse, we like orphans
Coast to coast, from the ocean like a starfish
Check my pulse, I'ma toast to the heartless
That's why I'm praying for better days on this continent
I don't need a ghost to write my promises
You boost my confidence
[Verse 8]
Lord forgive me, I been on a rampage, grim reaper
Riding in a Rolls Royce, yeah, yeah
Spend a day to sober up, then I pop me one up
I can't pop up when I want with her, she popular
I been trying to fight my demons I been trying to fight my cup
Always tell her she my therapy, I told her it was rough
She accepting all my flaws, I got diamonds with the cut
I been suffering withdrawals, missing out on real love
Written by: Joshua Luellen, Kevin Gomringer, Nayvadius Wilburn, Tim Gomringer