The song in my sig > any Thug song and Im a fan.To who? I'm a man, you're a bytch. In my world, Future been trash since DS2 and citing whats hot in the club or sales or whatever won't change that ya dig?
The song in my sig > any Thug song and Im a fan.To who? I'm a man, you're a bytch. In my world, Future been trash since DS2 and citing whats hot in the club or sales or whatever won't change that ya dig?
Some of my favorite partsTo who? I'm a man, you're a bytch. In my world, Future been trash since DS2 and citing whats hot in the club or sales or whatever won't change that ya dig?
I look inside your eyes, I see the same things I'm going thru
They tryna take your heart away, you gotta be bulletproof
Trap in Penny Hardaway's, I can take a screen or two
All I do is gravitate, I’m rolling on the pinnacle
I get in the trenches for this paper each and every day
I'm gon' make another hit and then go buy another Wraith
Anytime you see me with some jewelry got it custom made
Most the time you see me, I'm done coolin', bustin' down in Bape
Drop top Spyder, that's in the entourage
Travel places they look at you like an alien
Started off my first check I bought some David Yurman
Try to get the recipe to you no charge
You know I be gettin' that moolah on a daily basis, all right
You say you always be there for me baby, you say "all right"
I know my nikkas gon' be there for me always, all right
Hit the club, pop a few bottles, and fukk a few models, all right
When I jumped out the porch, I was selling that crack like that shyt was a sport
I was running through bushes, jumping over fences, I gotta get away from them narcs
Hey, man I can never get away from this art
They treat you like Lord, they treat you like God when you beat the odds
None of my dreams was reality just a few years ago, homie was starving
Yes a few years ago, homie was starving
Thinkin' about them licks I hit, I had to
Thinkin' about if you was here, I had you
Thinkin' about that cash like it's fast food
I'm thinkin' about this cash like it's fast food
I'm payin' all my tithes, receivin' bad news
Lord forgive me for my sins, I know this cash rules
Everything around me turn to fast food
Standin' in the cold I got no blanket
These hoes always gettin' exposed, ain't got home trainin'
And when I push up in that Rolls and I'm still drankin'
Went from standin' over stoves to the tour bus
Stayed down ten toes aboard the G5
So much yellow gold on me like a beehive
Started rockin' Balmain's like they Levi's
Over time the booth is like a gold mine
I served in Alabama like roll tide
Yes hands down I still bump this daily it's a classic to me
lol we been hip to in abundance but good looks thoClassic Supa Future
And for those who dont kno , go on youtube and type "In Abundance" , its a track dat aint make da cut , idk why tho cuz dat shyt dat work , u can thank me later
I figured dat , just was making sure , aint feel like goin thru 70 pages of threadlol we been hip to in abundance but good looks tho
still bumps Drippin so wavy, salute my joint and all right is fire. whole tape is blassic....still got that EVOL and ET on heavy rotation
I can hear them xans callingI can hear them perkys calling
yep, i fell victim to this myselfIn retrospect this had some bangers. Wasnt appreciated fully cause of oversaturation