Better be comin' with no strings I got a really big team They need some really nice things We need some really nice things We need some really big rings And they need some really big rings They need some really big rings Man what a time 'Cause I got a

Percocets, molly, Percocets Mask on, fuck it, mask off Chase a check, never chase a bitch Rep the set, gotta rep the set Don't chase no bitches Call it how it is I promise, I swear, I swear (If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you) yo

I close my eyes and I kiss that frog Each time finding I don't think so, I don't think so It's not like I'm not tryin' The more boys I meet, The more I love my dog This boy here wants to move too fast He sees my future as havin' a past, well That boy

I shine right 'cause I grind, bitch hated on mine My heart's in it, I'm authentic, it's clear to see it's my time (These bitches don't want none) I got twenty racks on my new jeans I got ten more in my blue jeans I walk in then I turn up Pimp tight liked

You're gonna find that the future Sure beats the hell outta the past Now he ain't no good I guess he's good as gone The day you stop lookin' back, girl yeah Is the day you start movin' on Stop starin' at the rear view You ain't checkin' your hair There

I've got a livin' that's rough, a future that's tough You know what I mean Blankers and boasters, all the bluffers and posers I'm not into that scene You can tell me that I got no class Look around, you'll see who's laughin' last Don't give me speeches

"Que sera, sera, Whatever will be, will be; The future's not ours to see. Que sera, sera, What will be, will be." Will I be rich?" When I was just a little boy, I asked my mother, "What will I be? Will I be pretty?

In my daddy's El Camino, In her driveway in the rain, Starrin' through that windshield I could see my future change, And my heart hit like a hammer, And my thoughts were runnin' wild, Any fool can make a baby, but it takes a man, to raise a child. She

Don't know quite what to say, haven't seen you in seven ages Can you tell that it's me, or is my picture on torn out pages? And you think it's real, but it's just another future deal And you know you're right, 'cause you've waited for it all night Then

Taliban bands, run 'em straight through the machinery Took a shot of Henney, I've been going brazy, brazy They say my whole hood got it under investigation They know they talk that stick talk, that stick talk They know we talk that lick talk, that lick