Futuristic

[fox69]

"Shit Remix (Sorry 4 The Wait 2)"

"Shit Remix (Sorry 4 The Wait 2)"


[Intro:]
Yo, yo, this the last motherfucking one take y'all get 'til the album come out, in March or April or May or somewhere down the road, nigga, I'm sorry for the wait two

[Verse:]
The game getting crowded, you should help out
If you know you trash, you should take yourself out
I got these rappers all scared of Futuristic
Like a kid who got in trouble and mama just took the belt out
I'm getting better, it's apparent, now they know me
They be staring, my style, they all inherit
They see me doing my thing on the stage and they get embaresed
Like a kid who's on a field trip with both his weird parents
Haters better duck and cover
I'm Mortal Kombat with the verses, every cut is upper
I'm your favorite rapper that have yet to discover
And all I do is make hits, I'm a fucking slugger
Saucy give me credit, I write it, but never edit
I spit it, never forget it
My money is in a wad, it look like a head of lettuce
If you nice and wanna battle, I murder him, he's in heaven
Get it? Nice guys go to heaven
I'm gassing every track, I'm mixing vodka with unleaded
On a scale from one to ten, okay, my girl is like a seven
But I love her and all my side hoes is eleven (sheesh)
That's my only pair of retro's, wearing when I wreck hoes
You still rocking Ecko
Please, tell me that's not where your whole check go
I been making money, rocking shows like Tiësto
Pesto and grilled chicken
Quinoa and veggies will make you feel different
I found out that good looks could be my meal ticket
Now they face green with envy like the dude who stole Christmas
Still gifted, can't nobody take it from me
And all I do is rap, I could make a mummy
And these niggas is bitches, they could make a puppy
I'm getting brain from a college bitch that hate to study
I came in the game, didn't know what I wanted
Just know that I hated these rappers that fronted
But they always saying, they keep it a hundred
Promise that shit made me sick to my stomach
I rise to the top and I'm not gonna plummet
Spit fire like dragon, welcome to the dungeon
Shitting on niggas I might need a plunger
I just can't deal with they need disrespect
I'm usually nice, but if you wanna fight
Then I'm stabbing you twice and then breaking your neck
When they play my song, you should all sing along
And start banging your head or I'm banging your head on the wall
'Til you fall, if you wanna survive, then just do what I say

[Outro:]
I'm sorry for the wait two, I'm sorry for the wait two (hehe, yeah)
I'm sorry for the wait two, I'm sorry for the wait two
(I'm 'bout to go on tour, bitch)
I'm sorry for the wait two, I'm sorry for the wait two
(My album dropping and it's called The Rise, motherfucker)
I'm sorry for the wait two, I'm sorry for the wait two, sheesh

 

[fox69]

"Sincerely"

"Sincerely"


[Intro:]
Sincerely...
Shmang, shmang, pow, pow, hide your kids, hide your wife
Saucy Sunday, we raping everybody out here, sheesh

[Verse:]
Yo, first of all, that beat is wack as fuck
And I've been busy doing beneficial tracks and stuff
It's not that I thought I was too big for the song
But why would I help some niggas that's hated me all along
Guns drawn when you say my name
That shit is crazy, dang
How you gon' act like I didn't create the AZ lane?
I introduced you to Bootleg, and he said you're gay
Corny as fuck and your band songs are super lame
Y'all got five hundred plays in a day
With five rappers on it, goddamn, what a shame
I get that in a minute, before I finish my sentence
So why would I have my people come listen to what you spitting?
You claiming you better, different, let me give the specifics
Three fours of your followers found you cause Futuristic
You opened up my sold out show and I told you "rip it"
You didn't wanna go first, called me and threw a bitch fit, like
I don't know, bro, there's like a thousand people coming
And I'm only gonna rap for four-hundred something
Now you out here and you acting like you run it
When the fact is, lil faggot, couldn't catch it if I punt it
Now let's keep it a hundred, how'd you get on TeamBackPack?
Who did that first? Tell me where your facts at
Your biggest video is smaller than my smallest
Eleven thousand views, I get that on a Snapchat
And isn't my producer admin on your Facebook?
To do your marketing and help you get a great look
And don't you ask my DJ to spin for you now?
He do it for the low and tryna help you out
You really making me proud with the shit you putting out
I mean, it's dope, it just sucks that it ain't getting around
Cause you ain't left the town, I done like seven tours
Top ten on iTunes and I'm still moving around
I came to Cali to extend the things I started
Then as soon as I left, you lil bitches started barking
Like now you got the crown and the city on your back
Twenty-fifteen is your year and you still chasing after Zach
Matter fact, didn't you just call me up about a week ago?
Begging to get on a track with me and all my people, bro
Ask me for advice like every night and I would speak it, bro
Other than me, you the only nigga I believed in, bro
I'm eating and you starving in the city though
And who the fuck shoots all your videos?
You lucky I'm not a nigga that's scheming
He's my roomate, I can walk in his fucking room and delete them
Chanita told me that you was talking, I couldn't believe it
I'm happy for you niggas, dream and I hope you achieve it
It would have been cool if that's the way I was treated
But nobody showed me love from the second I started speaking
So I left, got a buzz elsewhere and came back
I ain't never made a post 'bout putting AZ on the map
I let my work do it, I let my fans prove it
And speaking of "Prove It", I included you in that
So it's kinda wack for you to diss me
I know you get emotional, just text me if you miss me
Damn, that's kinda weird, this nigga just text me
Hold on, I'm a read it, it's like
"I don't know if the trolling got to you or not with that verse
But I feel like you more than anyone knows what it is
Didn't mean any disrespect, all for fun and competition"
And I ain't 'bout to say your name, I know you probably wished it
So you can tag yourself if you that desperate for attention
And no, this ain't subliminal, they know just who I'm dissing
It's all love, bro, friendly competition, right?

 

[fox69]

"So Close, So Far Away"

"So Close, So Far Away"


[Intro - Futuristic:]
Yeah, yeah, so far away

[Hook - Futuristic:]
What the fuck am I gon' do now
I shoulda got my college degree
It seem like everybody moving on
But nobody saved the seat for me
I'm scrolling through my phone
Texting bitches that I know
But I just can't seem to get a reply
I'm staring in the mirror
I see the fear of failure in my eyes
I don't know what else I can try

[Verse 1 - Futuristic:]
I'm drowning in a sea, my emotions
Destiny ain't in your hands
I did the most, but can't control it
Soul is broken, feeling hopeless
But no moping, still been going
Don't smoke, but lately I'm smoking
Fourth quarter, feel like I'm choking
I spit my dough, I'm the brokest
Still feel my flow, it's the coldest
My story, I just retold it
Over and over and over
But I'm so close and I'm so far
And I'm so dope, that's what I thought
I'm working hard, I'm working smart
But I'm still stuck in the same spot
Somebody help me, somebody help me, somebody help me
I try to get wealthy, just wanna pay my bills
Uh, somebody help me, somebody help me, somebody help me
Or I'm 'bout to end this shit for real, so

[Hook - Futuristic:]
What the fuck am I gon' do now
I shoulda got my college degree
It seem like everybody moving on
But nobody saved the seat for me
I'm scrolling through my phone
Texting bitches that I know
But I just can't seem to get a reply
I'm staring in the mirror
I see the fear of failure in my eyes
I don't know what else I can try

[Verse 2 - Futuristic:]
Looking at pictures from all my friends graduations
Smiles on their families faces, nothing but happy occasions
Marriages, having babies, I ain't close to that at all
My relationship with this music, made my others fall apart
And I can't talk about this shit for nothing
Nobody comprehends it, they see the ending
But don't get I had to start to finish
You wanna do it, too? The truth is, I don't recommend it
Politics and money's what matters, fuck if you extra gifted
Best of wishes to the women that I've loved and lost
Drifting through these conversations
Sifting through my other thoughts
Awkward tension, cause we both know that it's over
Emotional Rollercoaster, starting to become my favorite song, so

[Hook - Futuristic:]
What the fuck am I gon' do now
I shoulda got my college degree
It seem like everybody moving on
But nobody saved the seat for me
I'm scrolling through my phone
Texting bitches that I know
But I just can't seem to get a reply
I'm staring in the mirror
I see the fear of failure in my eyes
I don't know what else I can try

[Outro - Futuristic:]
What the fuck am I gon' do now
I shoulda got my college degree
It seem like everybody moving on
But nobody saved the seat for me
I'm scrolling through my phone
Texting bitches that I know
But I just can't seem to get a reply

 

[fox69]

"So Crazy"

"So Crazy"


[Intro:]
He's so crazy, they say I'm crazy than a motherfucker [x3]
He's so crazy, they say a nigga so crazy

[Verse 1:]
So crazy they straight jacket me love it when niggas laugh at me
If you wanna scrap you'll need a titan to tackle me
Yeah I'm in front with 'bout 20 niggas backing me
It's gon' be a mystery, they need Scooby and Daphne
What's happening, shit a nigga better check the horoscope
All these lights flashing, I'm thinking this shit is morris code
Pill popping animal, hope a nigga don't overdose
Futuristic robot flow, hope he don't overload
I'm a go postal, Marco Polo, more ho's than a garden
That's superbad fogul, y'all local, I'm global
So I got my fans screaming every single vocal
Y'all hopeful, I'm flyer, I'm balling, you're retired, I'm fresh, check my attire, I'm the Donald
You're fired

[Hook:]
I'm so crazy, so crazy [x4]
I'm going dumb, I'm going stupid, I'm so I'll, I'm 'bout to lose it
He's so crazy, they say I'm crazy than a motherfucker [3x]
He's so crazy, they say a nigga so crazy

[Verse 2:]
I'm so unusual, kill them they need a funeral
All these other rappers is squares, they need a cubical
I'm the shit bitch eat a dick, pubical
That ain't a word, but they gon' bite it like a cudical
Future do that shit, that other niggas never thought to do
I be going ham, like the sandwich that you brought to school
I'm a keep on flowing, like the lazy river at the pool
And she's gon' keep chilling with me
Cause she thinks I'm super cool
No pun intended, bitches, I'm a fucking kill this shit
More bars than a prison, I got more cars than a dealership
Wild sex, make her whip her hair, just like Willow Smith
Then back to making money, got more paper than a syllabus
Ugh, yeah welcome to the class, ho
I'm the shit, like I'm coming out an asshole
That's nasty, like fucking a fat ho
I wouldn't know about it, but that shit'll make you laugh though

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
I'm so Futuristic, F is fuck bitches, U is for u suck, T is for truly gifted
U is for u suck, R is for really nigga, I is for I ball, S is for silly nigga
And TIC is ticking time bomb about to blow at anytime
It's like I sell shoes, I'm always at the finish line
You got beef, then I'm a treat you like it's dinner time
All my flows is cold as ice, it's like I'm spitting winter time
I'm a go crazy, Slim Shady, champion flow, Tom Brady
I'll, sick, spit rabies, let me introduce myself
Dick, ladies, records spin, ten eighty, take a seat, boy lazy
Who's line is it, anyways Wayne Brady
I got one motto, fuck you pay me

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Sorry (Remix)"
(with Devvon Terrell)

"Sorry (Remix)"
(with Devvon Terrell)



[Verse 1 - Devvon Terrell:]
I can see you in but I can't change, no
And they talking all crazy but they never
Say it to your face, no
They ask 'bout your business
They just looking like bulls running and charging
I'm seeing red and I'm 'bout to snap like I'm Dennis Rodman
I'm testing all theses niggas I feel like I am the problem
Fitted like I'm Gucci and all you haters is targets
I feel like I'm next up and nobody in here messing with us
I'm up in the roof and you still waiting in the elevator and when
You here I feel like we going through another level
I'm Meghan Trainor when I'm acapella
Cause I am the bass to the treble, I am the good to the devil
And I know I'm eating good and
You at McDonald's looking for specials
I feel like I got it so why would I stop it
Let me ask you a question

[Hook 1 - Devvon Terrell:]
Is it too late to say I'm sorry?
Cause I feel like no one can stop me
Is it too late to say I'm sorry
I know they know that I coming now
I feel like my time is now

[Verse 2 - Futuristic:]
Sorry for killing everything I touch like I'm a plague
Making it look easy while they all losing an arm and leg
Record a verse on my seg, I forgot how to walk
All that I do is rap now, I forgot how to talk
I've been up without sleeping
I'm greedy success I need it
My progress never impeded
My haters I just delete 'em
Soon as they give me reasons I leave them in pieces
I might just pull out my visa
I got more money on that than Regis
Sheesh, who want to be it they quitting till I got millions
I spit that real, to the blind hands, out everybody feeling
I step into the building with my homies looking dabber
On a Justin Bieber beat with confidence like Chance The Rapper
Anyone that does it after I'm watching nothing but laughter
I'm reading the comments nothing but positive chitter-chatter
I was just in New York with the homie doing the most
Now I'm in L.A. wait till you niggas hear Coast 2 Coast

[Hook 2 - Futuristic:]
Is it too late now to say sorry because I miss you more than your body
(Country album coming soon)
Is it too late now to say sorry I know, I know that I let you down
Is it too late to say I'm a sorry now

 

[fox69]

"Steph Curry"
(feat. Devvon Terrell)

"Steph Curry"
(feat. Devvon Terrell)



[Chorus - Devvon Terrell:]
I been balling all my life (oh, I been balling all my life)
I been balling all my life, yeah
I been balling all my life (oh, I been balling all my life)
I been balling all my life, yeah
You can call me, I feel like

[Hook - Futuristic:]
Steph, Steph Curry, Steph Curry
Call me Steph, Steph Curry, Steph Curry
Call me Steph, Steph Curry, Steph Curry
Call me Steph, Steph Curry, Steph Curry, sheesh

[Verse 1 - Futuristic:]
Yo, I'm balling, swish
Got a team of shooters, homie, you know we don't miss
Daddy was a baller, always knew I'd be a baller too
Both went pro from living dreams, that's something they don't often do
Out in Cali, Golden State
I'm eating, I'm so hungry, you can't hold the plate
Young nigga killing shit, you know them names are gonna hate
The smallest nigga in my city but doing the biggest thangs
Steph Curry with the shot, boy, I'm a motherfucking product
I come through in the clutch, nigga, can't nobody stop him
Allstar better watch him, if they in my way then I drop them
Who you know they got that's popping?
Everybody know there's no other option
Pass me the rock cause you know that I got it, sheesh

[Chorus]

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Futuristic:]
I'm out here, the stroke is too smooth
I do this, what the fuck do you do?
If it's a contest, you know Futuristic in first place
You catch two L's like Cool J
You shouldn't have even tried in the first place
If it's a close game, that's the worst case
Cause I show out when I go out
WTF Gang for the blowout
Like Pauly D's here when he grow it out
Drinking too much, I need to slow down
Not an old town, with a hoes clown
If you ain't got money, well, I got money
Cause lately things been sold out
I'm balling, that's balling
Oh nah, fuck do you call it?
I'm ghosting to the finish
Now when I'm winning, I just be stalling
Flow appaling, I'm a go all in
She on my nuts, I'm a hit her with the almonds
Got them all falling, hit them with the crosses
Awesome, young nigga and I stay saucing, sheesh
Long hair with a bandana and a crazy pick
Retro shit with my joggers on
And a sweater that came from eighty-six
You get eighty-six if I say the word
I'm the shit, oh, you ain't seen a turd?
Don't mind if I do repeat my verse
I got millions of plays, this easy work, I'm balling

[Chorus]

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Sub Me In"
(with Devvon Terrell)

"Sub Me In"
(with Devvon Terrell)



[Verse 1 - Futuristic:]
Rap dudes put me in a bad mood
Go nuts like Cashews, I spit like bad food
I had to blast you, I sick like achoo
Got street cred with no facial tattoos
A beast like baboons, you makin' bad tunes
I'm poppin' like balloons, I got some bad news
If you hatin' on me you must be confused
Give you two black eyes just like a racoon
They don't really wanna see me, I can promise
Gettin' brain without a college, she graduated with honors
Looking just like Pocahontas, to be honest I ain't modest
I know that I've been the hottest professional, you a novice
I can't even shut my wallet, I gotta lotta guala up in my pocket
I've been taking off just like I'm a rocket
I been a star, I'm a comet, these rappers funny like comics
They suck like girls on deez nuts, ha, got 'em (sheesh)
Let me catch my breath
Give me a mint to refresh my breath, I'm nothing less
Than the best and I'm dressed to impress and the rest is a mess
They obsess with the steps that I step that will prep with the rep
These cop cars is not far, my thought scar
From these hot bars, I think I got strep
All I do is make hits, I keep 'em on deck
So I guess that mean I got next
I hope you get what I'm sayin'
On injury reserve cause I am not playin'
These rappers is lookin' like Walking Dead
Off with they head, I be Shawn because I just come slayin'
They scared me like Freddy vs. Jason
If they debatin' then they listen I end conversation
Cause I been the greatest, my homie Devvon
Can rap better than you and he usually singin'

[Interlude - Futuristic & Devvon Terrell:]
Yo my niggy if you gon' get on this track, and you gon' try to rap or you gon' to spit or whatever you call it son, you from New York son, you gotta have bars B. I'm talkin' real rap bars B, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, yeah that's true. I got it

[Verse 2 - Devvon Terrell:]
I don't want nobody telling me anything
Soon as I'm winning I'm winning, I win again
Kobe for 3, I'm like Shaq on the block
And I'm bringing the hype like Lebron in the spot
I mean everybody want a piece of the pie
When you up but when you down nobody got the time
Killing these niggas, not taking their order
I'm lining them up like they're waiting for Jordans
I am the warden, you are the prisoner
No I don't trust you and none of your visitors
Sometimes these niggas tryna be friends to us
Like I don't see 'em like 'bitch you invisible'
No you not you, always sayin' that you got
What he got what he got what she got what he got
But I don't believe that and nobody sees
All these niggas just dancing like Milli Vanilli
It's so hard not knowing where to go
When you lie that's when everyone knows
I swear I don't understand your ways
Your ways
I don't wanna waste my time
I don't wanna no sucka niggas ringin' my line
Keeping 'em away and I'm a be just fine
Anything I wanted I get it and that's why, I
Really tryna make it on my own
Cause everybody got the answers but don't have their own
Pot to piss in but they piss in yours and all
The pissed off people wanna see you fall

[Interlude - Devvon Terrell:]
That's um... that was a hip-hop track, and you know, some R&B vocals. A little bit of hip-hop vocals too but um... you know, it's a good mixture. That's how you body something. Coast 2 Coast

[Verse 3 - Futuristic & Devvon Terrell:]
Let me get it one more time, ain't a single weak bar when I drop these lines
I've been looking like the man with the plan, got the game in my hands
Winning is the only thing on my mind, gimme mine
So who y'all? Calm down, woo-sah
Y'all all talk, no bark like new dogs
Yeah, you call it, I walk to the top like woo hah
I'm on then you niggas cheap: groupon
Utah, Stockton and Malone cause we do ball
Little nigga still bigheaded: Jimmy Neutron
You a bitch RuPaul, move it like a U-Haul
Coast to Coast, Buffalo all the way to Tuscan
Tuscan to New York, we could lose y'all
Bringing the type of shit to your city, get a flu shot
You win then I laugh like whoo ha
Frontin' when you dressin' up, your life don't suit ya
You ain't fuckin' with' me
Nigga, who you talkin' to?
It might be you, I wish a nigga would, I'm a part of the foundation
I can make it come true
And let me get the mic, cause you getting me tight
You granting wishes why that?, you a genie in the bottle disguise
Oh you the master of disguise? All these niggas tellin' lies
I kill everything I touch and I ain't even gotta try
You kill everything you touch and you ain't even gotta try, bitch why
You look like a nigga that I seen on Vine, oh my
I'm surprised at the thought that you read a nigga timeline
Lemme give you data, you ain't 'bout to use the Wi-Fi
Sub me in, I never wanna be up on a sideline
Oh, you're an Allstar? thinking that you dunking, I can put in the game
But you just gotta tell me somethin'
I'm already on you ain't gotta tell me nothin'

[Interlude/Outro - Futuristic & Devvon Terrell:]
You little bitch ass nigga!
Wow, wow
That's on my momma cause
Wow, yo
Sheesh
I don't even wanna do this album with you no more dog

 

[fox69]

"T.G.I.F."

"T.G.I.F."


[Verse 1:]
Yo, free clothes, three hoes and a Gatorade
White socks, black chucks, looking like I'm Taylor Gang
Xbox on the bus, just so we can play the game
Banging on my chest after I fuck, just like orangutans
New whip at the crib, but I let my cousin drive
Told him quit his nine to five, niggas gon' be rich for life
Buzzing like a beehive, look into my brother's eyes
Blood thicker than water, I got you, forget them others guys
Jumping in the crowd together, make my mama proud forever
But nobody tell her we got them hoes
And they got down for whatever
Clowning all my homies, all my records is sounding clever
Crowd is getting loud and wilding out like this is heavy metal
After party, yeah, I'm faded, pictures with me, yeah, I'm famous
Haters hating, well, I got security to keep this stainless
These women be getting naked, I got Magnum shit is dangerous
Misbehaving, I'm a make her say yeah just like Usher Raymond

[Hook x2:]
TGIF, thank God I'm Futuristic [x3]
Thank God I'm Futuristic [x2]
Ho

[Verse 2:]
Yo, yeah, stage dives, high fives and some autographs
Big money talking, save them quarters for the laundromat
Told them I was about to blow, then stepped on the launching pad
Now I'm calling shots like I'm a baller yelling, off the glass
Hundred snaps up in my closet, only rocking two or three
Only nigga shining like a star without no jewelry
In my city you'll never hear nobody say, who is he?
Spitting cold flows in hundred twenty two degrees
My team is dreaming and scheming on making millions
I'm heading to the Banks just like Tyra and Azelea
My word done change with the seasons
Like a goddamn chameleon
Speaking green, I'm a motherfucking beast
Godzilla, you the opposite
They say I'll be lost without you, like Robin Thicke
Funny nigga, robbing big, Magic Johnson, positive
I'm sick and ain't no telling when these niggas find a cure for me
But still a nigga prosper and gossiping and they heard of me

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"That Thang"

"That Thang"


[Intro:]
You got that thang, I don't usually sing
It made me sing, don't it
Put a ring on it, ring finger on your left hand
Throw twenty G's on it
Low key? No we, out in the public eye
Never seen you with another guy
When I met you, you was kinda shy
See you later, maybe, never or some other time
Cause you got that thang
You got that thang, that make a nigga lose focus
I'm hoping you notice
The way that I'm open, this moment is golden
Let's slow it down, I'm frozen, you chosen
The closest, let's roll this and smoke it
And now you outspoken and showing emotions
You touch me, I touch you and now we're exploding

[Verse 1:]
I wanna hear you scream, like a scary movie
Feel the passion, like you're married to me
The sacred nobody else could do me, like you do me
Strumming the pain, Fugees
Don't worry 'bout the paper, I make it more than a loose leaf
Have a few sheets, a little pillow talking
I'm the boss, girl, I'm still in office
If a nigga disrespect you, then I'm stealing off him
He still at it, then I build a coffin, I don't play that
Relationship was Rocky like A$AP, now I need it ASAP
In the day take a great nap
And if you got pregnant I'd tell you keep it
No plan B, don't even keep it a secret
I'm needing it more than ever and more is better
You should probably move in, I'll give you a couple reasons
I got that thang, I'm on your brain
Now you fallen like the season, damn

[Hook:]
You got that thang, you got that thang, that make a nigga go
God damn, God damn, God damn
You got that thang, you got that thang, that make a nigga go
Oo, oo, oo, baby
You got that thang, you got that thang, that make a nigga go
God damn, God damn, God damn
Yeah, you got that thang and I need that thang
You should bring that thang, hope you're on your way
You been on my brain

[Verse 2:]
Yo, you look incredible, delectable and sexually exceptional
I had to let you know the directional, never skeptical
Edible, obsessional, I'm in need of some medical
Put you on the wall like a motherfucking collectable
Respectable, I dig the way that you be so professional
Impeccable and anybody else is unacceptable
Unethical, other women often one dimensional, insensible
I hope you get the principal I'm spitting out
I don't even look at women when they walk past, okay, maybe I do
Then I compare them to you and they fail so bad
On a scale of one to ten you like a twenty two
A million things that I wanna do
A lot of promises that I intend to keep, I ain't seen you in a week
You got that thang, I need that thang
So put that thang on the sheets, damn

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"The Greatest"

"The Greatest"


[Verse 1:]
Yo, I'm the most underrated
Everybody say they spitting fire like a dragon, nigga, watch me come and slay them
Coming from the basement
Double XL, man, I want the cover, there's no way that I'm not in the conversation
I don't have no patience unless it's patients from playing operation
I'm castrating anybody that's hating
I ain't tryna be famous
I'm just tryna make payments from what I'm making
I'm frustrated, 'bout to go Super Saiyan
And I'm causing mayhem when I rap
I got a coffin in the back
And if you talking then the coffin's where you at
I'm sick, I be coughing on the track
I'm exhausted from the raps
I'm tryna kick it with a broad that's on the map
Shit, make her squirt like the hole that's in the dolphin on his back
I gotta be cautious on the track
And I've been to Boston, been in Austin, been in Compton and then back, where I'm at
It sounded like auction when I snap
Snapback and a backpack
Jean Vest with a fat patch
WTF Gang hashtag
I guess I'll smoke, nigga, pass that
Taking shots, duck, nigga, Aflac
Cash stacks no Kat Stacks
Never paying to smash that
If the ass fat then I treat her like a car
I be all in it, might take her on a trip
But before I drop it off I got a wax that
Finders is keepers, I'm all in they speakers, the word getting out
That boy Futuristic been spitting like he chew tobacco all up in his mouth
I don't need a deal, got a whip and a chain
And no, I'm not a slave in the south
I got a crib in LA and a crib in AZ, either way I been putting shit down

[Hook:]
I'm the motherfucking greatest
I feel like Muhammad Ali, down goes Frazier
I'm the motherfucking greatest
I feel like Jordan in his prime, I feel like Magic Johnson 1980 Lakers
I'm the motherfucking greatest
Rap game Tony Hawk, I been on the roll like a skater
I'm the motherfucking greatest
Used to be a legend in the making, now I'm feeling like the greatest

[Verse 2:]
Yo, I been snapping like a turtle
Dressed like I'm Urkel
They concerned about me going to commercial
Killing shows without rehearsal
If I'm before you, watch the dispersal
They commited to my lyrics, that's a verbal
Copying everything that I do but you paternal
Pissing on them like a urinal
I been popping like a kernel
I cut everyone out the circle
The only one who's in it like a gerbil
You spoiled niggas is looking kinda curdled (sheesh)
Crafted the style, these young rappers is jocking it
Made a brand, everything I wear, they be rocking it
Only difference is, I ain't copying it, I ain't washing it
I'm rocking it then throw it in the moshpit and watch it get crazy
They be boxing and tryna knock them, acknowledge it
These rappers is garbage, they all lacking confidence
Fishing for compliments, Futuristic predicting dominance
Since I was six and I was still out spitting to college kids
Fuck boy, you a bitch nigga
Leave your face Will Smith off of Hitch, nigga
Couldn't resist to write a diss
But when you saw all of my hits
You threw a fit ain't even put it out
Y'all don't make sense, nigga
I make dollars, you make cents, nigga
Get ate like chips and fish sticks, ya bish, that's Kendrick
Hit your bitch like Chris did, coming at my neck
You gon' get removed like a cyst, nigga
I don't got time for no bullshit
I'm working and doing my thing
If a nigga got beef
And decide they should speak
Then I finish his ass like Liu Kang
There really ain't shit you could say
When you ain't getting paid in your lane
I am a created player, I put myself in the game

[Hook]

[Outro:]
I been working hard, long days and cold nights
I been traveling, I been up on them flights
I been writing flows, dedicating my life
Lost that love I had, now I'm feeling alright
When my grandma passed I was up on the stage
I said, "goodbye", then I lost my way
Been through it all just to get me here and I'm staying
I was a legend in the making, now I'm feeling like the greatest
Now I'm feeling like the greatest
Now I'm feeling like the greatest
Feeling like the greatest