Rise up to the shining Live long live now Don't be blind by fools again Fools again There's a man who sees all there is to see What the future holds for all As the days grow dark with the grim and final warning Beware of the ones with invisible friends

The future sounds, oh, the future sounds like us Dancing through infinity, beyond the stars We're taking off at the speed of light 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Everybody move to the beat of your heart There's no looking back, 'cause here we come What you're gonna hear

Transformer, I just popped a transformer Lit the room up, all I did was hold my arm up Went through Barney's, I spent 20k on Amiri's Got my weight up, now I'm talkin' back to Siri Smashin' foreigners, murder shit at the coroner Jackie Joyner, racin'

Everything right I got at least 200 hoes Fresh to death, and I leave my current in a doze Up and down you ain't receive nothin' 'bout this dough And these hundreds ain't goin' nowhere like a moat All these niggas Everything right, you back in Givenchy I

I want to be, I got to be Man of the world Man, man, man I heard there was a future bride Who will before your eyes Oh, I guess I never knew Yeah, what your woman's getting up to now I really tried to make ends meet Keep your vow, turn off the streets

We're the kids, we're the kids, we're the kids of the future We're the kids of the future Everybody live cause the future is now Standing on a dirty old rooftop Down below the cars in the city go rushing by I sit here alone and I wonder why Come on

Then I go to paradise 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 thank Allah

Name another nigga hot I'm just honest Gold bottles on bottles, I’m just honest A hundred thousand on watches I’m just honest Coupes all on coupes, I’m just honest I keep a gang of bad bitches with me too And we ain’t never going back to what we used to

That's too much sauce Patek Philippe, the plain one I got too much sauce Hermes in the A They let me know before I was famous I had too much sauce Audemars, Hublot now Too much sauce Got too much sauce

I'd give it all up baby I'm falling (yeah) Trade in the world to show, I'm falling, Don't need the fame or money As long as I got you girl Oh oh oh yeah yeah Take that chance on love (yeah yeah) Now I can't predict what the future holds But I'll fight