All Barz - Futuristic

Yo, y’all niggas lucky I turned down a deal

Nothin but hits when I spit it I think I gotta chill

Weight on my shoulders I carry it like a body build

Independent limitless and I did it without a pill

Man, RIP to DTuck studio with durag, pop filters and peanuts

We up, kick ya feet up, reup light the weed up

All you do is talk and I’m on a track with a speed up

A couple million got it chillin' like it’s by the pool

Inside a cooler I’m the coolest nigga, halleluja

Dropped out of school, 'cause they wasn’t feeling my show-and-tell

Did a show to tell everybody how I devoured boots

Without a noose I leave 'em hanging when they turn they back

You think you buzzin' but honey you gotta learn the facts

When words attach to that instrumental, I burn the track

If you react and down in the furnace, you go from nerds that rap

Damn, got money coming out my vocal chords

The benz bumping that shit I made in my clothing store

I been sort of bored with the bars so I started singing on 'em

Christmas dropped the jingle on 'em, singing till my throat get sore

The flow a chore I gotta do it just to please the public

Know that they need it, they fiending, they say that he disgusting

They try to slide on my guy in the club and get a punch in

Guess they didn’t a realise when I go out it’s a family function

Yo, I’m swinging first like I’m batting third

That’s absurd never ever been touched and that’s my word

I’m preaching positive vibes but no I am not the guy

To hide from anybody, so pull up on me and catch my work

Take 'em to church I got 'em praising the kid

It’s kinda funny I remember when they’d hate on the kid

It’s all gravy on the potatoes, nothing’s fazing the kid

Your lady loves me but I never let her stay with the kid

Nigga I’m up

Yeah, they don’t call me one take timmy for nothing nigga

Alright you need another one

Droped another one I guess I outta

A studio in my second crib for these niggas is shady I guess my house is

slaughter

The declaration of independence and I’m the author

Anybody popping you know them niggas done probably bought it

'Cause I been putting 'em on like I’m LeBron

Win, lose or draw no matter who get involved, I do it all

And you niggas struggle to shoot the ball

If they wanted get out the city I always be who they call, ya

Happily helping hand, hoping they understand

But bite the hand that feed you, you might get a opened hand

Opened can of woop ass on 'em

Stoned cold fans, I’m flipping the cake, batter like cold stone hands

No more stans, I wrote those fans

Should do a show about the dough they way I’m making the bands

They taking advance, nigga I was taking a chance

I’m making the plans then grow 'em like I’m raising the plants

Uh, raisin' bran in the morning they got me shitting on 'em

Outfit looking like fresh prince, I’m Smithing on 'em

Your girl whip her hair, I got her switching on 'em

Don’t be jayded by the iconic lyrics I spiting on 'em

I’m gone