Words Future would never say

Intro

Lemme‘ show em‘ (METRO DROP SOME MORE DIGGAH)

Verse 1

A ring on my baddie (gorgeus)

How ‘bout I be only her daddy (the whole day)

Go out and get those flowers (for roses I pay)

Pull out a ring and marry her (u know that she slays)

The shit gett’n mackabree (u meant macabre?)

Treatin‘ her like a real men, petrinent (pertinent? That’s hard)

Pushin‘ to the end of the mattrec (mattress, close but fire!)

Spoonin‘ her big time small spawn style (small spoon, alright)

Drinkin‘ that cappuchino, that latté, that cortado (with milk, no lean)

Eatin‘ that chicken, that salmon, that salad (lean, but different)

Workin‘ those thighs, those calves, those glutes (no arms, no chest)

Sleepin‘ nine, ten, or more hours every night (on a soft bed)

My producer my boy (METRO)

If he want Imma give him that beat (On them cheeks)

His waste I play with like a toy (my barbie)

Get in a cage with his Mike like Roy (Jones Jr.)

Chorus / Hook

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I have to say… I initially didn’t expect song-writing to be this difficult. Jokes aside, Future is an amazing rapper; I like his music and energy. I took inspiration from his DS2 album from 2015, and would like to continue with the chorus in the future. Probably on him driving simple cars, working a 9 to 5, wearing Casio watches, obeying the law, AND ALWAYS CHASING THE BITCH AND NOT THE CHECK.

As always, all rights concerning my work belong to me, no matter how shitty the text is; mind you I only use an afternoon/evening AFTER A FULL EFFIN’ WORKDAY to write this stuff.

Thanks again for reading it, I appreciate it lots and lots <3

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CONTINUING

[Chorus / Hook]

If she wants me to push, I will

With Khalifa I smoke cush, free will

Once I turn your face to mush, be ill

To the police I say „Hush“, speak braille

Reach my hood in a rush, no tail

Spread the kilos of hash, holy grail

Have my wifeys count my cash, happy tale

Send your ass flying to Nash, ville

[Verse 2]

Every time I step in to my car,

The Twingo 2009 with GNARly lines,

Wrist on the wheel my Casio shines,

Barely make it to my job by nine,

My nine to five from day to night.

Office job in the bank alright,

Fast food makes my pants be tight,

Home Office three days a week I might,

Make it a forth on FRIDay,

If they ask where I was; on a ride.

My car I sold to take the train and bus,

Climate change is real so I don‘t fuss,

Bitch slap Trump‘s hoe: Elon Musk,

How the only retard govern us, ‘kay,

Recycle my trash like it’s a HUStle.

Invite Lila to our studio,

Give her a Knick and have him go through to you,

The burkin‘ bag for his wife and the rolex new for ya,

Luigi we free, no matter he killed that CEO,

100k in cash so he can spend nights on C E Os.

[Chorus / Hook]

If she wants me to push, I will

With Khalifa I smoke cush, free will

Once I turn your face to mush, be ill

To the police I say „Hush“, speak braille

Reach my hood in a rush, no tail

Spread the kilos of hash, holy grail

Have my wifeys count my cash, happy tale

Send your ass flying to Nash, ville

[Outro]

Bitch please, I told you I ain‘t finished,

Sensational, another one out on Thursday,

At 7pm, right at my bed time,

Thanks for reading, you’re the coolest.

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Why I would imagine a dyslexic version of Future that does so many average things, but never did I make him seem insecure or doubtful of himself? That’s because I don’t want my version of his to portray any such feelings. Future raps about things that thousands of rappers have before him, and will continue to after him, but the belief in his own abilities is what makes his music and personality unique. Who cares if millions before you have done it; can you do it in a way that complements the ones before, and inspires the ones after you?

Future,

You're the man.