Jun 29, 2016

This is song of the year

 

Jun 29, 2016

Off the top of my head, these two come to mind right away. Post yours @FutureHive.



More money, more problems
More guns, more violence
I beat a couple cases, I feel like John Gotti
Hop out a Benz baby, I feel like thug life
I feel like taking some drink right now and pouring it up with my n----s
We ain't never turned down, I'm a Big Dipper
Big tipper
You wanted your bag?, you get it
Cash on deliver, Rosé on my liver
Headshots, head shots for my enemies
She got a money machine clicking
You know how I kick it, hey
Even the witness gon' send you the penitentiary
The way he get it, she get it, they get it too
Lay on ya, spray on ya, hop in the Coupe
You didn't know about Molly world 'til I introduced you
You can be sober as f---, this money is gon' seduce you
My hustle is gonna seduce you
My vibe, ain't none of these n----s comparing to me
No none of these n----s compare to me
Most of these n----s are fans of me
I really appreciate it
I really, I really, I really, I really I do
Majority of these b------s ain't loyal to y'all, done been ran through
I stay at it, get at it, work on it, count up and count up and count up
Payback, the Maybach, I sit back and lay back and flip through the channels
I flip through the channels, I'm watching the streets and I know I ain't Desiigner
I'm seeing the animosity, the riots is on CNN
I got some homies that just got out, some ones that just went in
The deeper the ocean, the deeper the pain
Blow out their brains, switch through lanes
Ain't gotta call out no names
They know I'm married to the game



I never told the world about you
I never told the homies 'bout you, not once
I never had no bitter towards you
I never had no drama for you, not once
I never want to go to none of these award shows
That's not me
Only the time will tell the day I prevail and get me a Grammy
Lil Mexico, kept it real from the start
If I did it for you it came from the heart
Came from the trenches and turned into art
I wake up and do it way better tomorrow
I wake up and cook up a kilo
Take a flight on a jet out to Rio
It's mafia all day
We come out the hallways
Murder in broad day, murder in broad day
Sit in the passenger side with the tool in my lap
Got lawyers and actresses and models pursuin' me now
Our foundation built on loyalty, you can't ruin me now