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Future
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter:in
Paul Jefferies
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Paul Jefferies
Produzent:in
Eric Manco
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Fabian Marasciullo
Mischtechniker:in
Ivy Green
Ingenieurassistent:in
Colin Leonard
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Letras
[Verse 1]
Yeah
Just got a call from my mom
Tellin' me what the lawyer was sayin'
About the lawsuit
I thought they had had that down, yeah
[Verse 2]
Big money shit, baby, I just bought a new six, baby
Flintstone in my ears, pistol on my wrist, baby
This song just mutilated, everything decapitated
Deep on new relations, just gotta be brand related
Ain't no sellin' out, no tradin', so you gotta be gang related
Pop stylin' this shit for my shottas incarcerated
Rockstar this shit is street star, I stay acquainted
Pop stylin' this shit, how you get the high maintenance one?
How she gon' take my love and give it away like it ain't nothin' to her?
How you gon' judge my drugs, and take what I never did offer
Hawaiian surfin' on the thick one to the PJ
I can just imagine the pain on Bankroll PJ
Murder, murder, broad day, I got tears, I can't let 'em out
I can't take it, I can't take it no more, I'm 'bout to spaz out
I'm good on deposits but I gotta have a stash house
I see you bein' greedy and I gotta work my ass off
I chief on gas house, until I pass out
Rollin' in a Phantom, came with an umbrella
Survived the trenches, at the end of the day I walk through it
Hurricane Pluto, I'ma drip all through it (Icy)
[Verse 3]
How I'ma let this shit I can't control destroy me?
It was goin' too deep for you, baby, pardon me
I tried to treat that shit just like a party
I'ma feel weak if I tell you sorry
Gotta be a genius, gotta be extraordinary
Gotta plant seeds, ****, like a florist
I'm Future Hendrix but I'm not a guitarist
I could've be starvin', I'm fortunate
Maybe my mind playin' tricks on me
Maybe my mind playin' tricks on me
Could it be my ex playin' tricks on me?
Someone that's jealous playin' tricks on me
[Verse 4]
Big closet, baby, I just bought a new pent, baby
Butler came with the elevator, greet my guests, baby
I paid high maintenance, everything's unordinary
Drapes in strawberries, nothing's contemporary
Rockstar in this shit, like a popstar in this shit, yeah
Tryna forget the way they did the bankroll, friends made shit harder
Seen the sun at my little boy birthday party, it was hotter
The streets of the ATL don't respect nothin' but shottas
Had to look the other way, could be the other way
Hit Yung Mazi up, that was in the broad day
I popped two Xans and I been sleep all day
(Let's go, let's go)
[Verse 5]
How I'ma let this shit I can't control destroy me?
Everything's too deep for you, my ****, pardon me
I'm Future Hendrix, but I'm not a guitarist (Super)
I could've be starvin', I'm fortunate
[Verse 6]
Maybe my mind playin' tricks on me (I'm so fuckin' hurt)
Maybe my mind playin' tricks on me (Maybe my mind)
Could it be my ex playin' tricks on me?
Someone that's jealous playin' tricks on me (Someone that's jealous, I know, I know)
Big closet, baby, I just bought a new pent, baby
Butler came with the elevator, greet my guests, baby
I paid high maintenance, everything's unordinary
Drapes in strawberries, nothing's contemporary
Written by: Nayvadius Wilburn, Paul Jefferies