1.The Future Is Now(feat. Big Rube)
Lyricist：Nayvadius WilburnMichael PattersonRuben Bailey
Writer(s)：Nayvadius WilburnMichael PattersonRuben Bailey
No longer can I remain earthbound
The future is now
Time and space are one in the same
Enough time in space and we running the game
Almost is unacceptable
The cosmos is a receptacle
For the spectacle of my ascension
Inhabiting multiple dimensions of perspective
All my actions selective
At all costs, I must obtain the objective
Regain the inception intended at the conception
A living lethal weapon
I'm the natural selection
Moving in my own eccentric orbit
A rebel amongst conformists
So far gone, you might catch me on Pluto
4 billion miles away
Do a whole week in one day
Live for keeping it real
You already know what it is
I rather ever speak without something to say
But if you can't remember the who, what, when, or the how
Remember one thing I said： the future is now
2.Parachute(Feat. R. Kelly)
Lyricist：Nayvadius WilburnR. Kelly
Writer(s)：Nayvadius WilburnR. Kelly
Check her out she hella
Somebody outta tell her
Her ass got a voice
And she sing acapella
I can be the music, pumping in her background
I can make her lose it, and find it in Chi Town
Club of america, legs so tall
I stepped out america
Call it awol
Bitch I am a go getter
That hooks forever
Know ya'll heard that 12 play
That hooks forever
Be the parachute cause I'm falling for that pussy
Be the flashlight cause I'm deep of in that pussy
I been round here, better look round here
Young fella, they call me the king round here
And now I got my voice back, listen round here
I'm the shit, y'all niggas just smell round here
Got them chicks flipping for me, best friends kissing for me
Ay magic city in the back room stripping for me
Your man is like nextel
Soon gone
Girl you can always call on me
Apple phone
(Think I need a Parachute
Cause I'm going d d down on ya
I like yo legs, the way you move
You know gymnastics, I know magic
You know fashion, Emilio
I'm falling for your head, I wanna see u blow
I'm balling on the edge you need a vocal coach
I'm a sky walker, nasa
5 4 3 2 1 I'm bout to blast off
Space rocket, we outta here
You compliment my mojo
You stroking on my ego
You wanna go to pluto
And make movies everyday of your life
Something bout them lashes girl
That really compliments your eyes
There's something about them fishnets girl
That's hugging yet revealing your thighs
Hey, come back, come back, come back, shawty got dat come back
Ondae ondae ondae on on on ondalay
You got me wishing I speak spanish
You got me feeling real mannish
I'm bout to turn up
We set the roof on fire it's bout to burn up
Winding winding winding I see you grinding
Overnight, one night with me and now we shining
I got yo attitude in Venus
I got you begging to catch my semen
Bravo Bravo Bravo, u deserve a Bravo
And you're flyer than a pilot, auto
Something bout them lashes girl
That really compliments your eyes
There's something about them fishnets girl
That's hugging yet revealing your thighs
3.Straight Up
Lyricist：Brandon RackleyNayvadius WilburnJames Bernard RosserJr.
Writer(s)：Brandon RackleyNayvadius WilburnJames Bernard RosserJr.
Yeah, Yeah yeah yeah
Freebandz Bought A Building
Straight Up
Aye,
Got the Gucci boots on like it's snowing, straight up
Big booty freak and she foreign, straight up
All My Whole Team We Very Important, Straight Up
Gotta put red on the bottom of your shoes, straight up
Got them racks on me, straight up
With a Gat on me, Straight up
I'm a spazz on you, straight up
Throw some cash on ya, straight up
Molly with the lean feel like you come from another planet,
straight up
Every car I drive you know it gotta be Panamera
I fly like plane, and I ain't gone never land
I tie my strings, Cause I run to them bandz
I'm on a molly, don't fuck around with them xan's
Got the baby bottles, full of active and zan's
I'mma hot topic, I'm in popular demand
With a penthouse, but forget where I been staying
In a continental with this bad ass Dominican
Gotta cost over eighty racks for me to go sit in
I'm an astronaut, yes, yes, yes I am
I'm gone take these guap and cash out on a lamb
Buy some red bottems, Jimmy Choo be all you wearing
Fuck the dress code, nigga it ain't no comparing
I'm a go to Mars (then what？)
And take the baddest broad
This ain't no facuade
She a natural porn star
Emilio (what up？)
Vanity, no pooch
Show room floor
We go to sleep in Gucci
This ain't trip enough
This how you kick it with a boss
We blasting off (what？)
Like a rocket what you thought ？
On another level, we put diamonds in our cross
Keep that heavy metal
Like a rock star so don't you cross
From another planet
Yeah, yeah, yes I am
I got your baby mammy and she in love with who I am
Riding panoramic, with the turbo boost
She got red on her like she down with SUWOO
4.Astronaut Chick
Lyricist：Nayvadius WilburnWillie Byrd
Writer(s)：Nayvadius WilburnWillie Byrd
You a astronaut chick and that's the only thing that matter to
me, you were made to me
On a whole 'nother level, me and you light the room up, only
together
Anytime we having sex we gotta break a sweat, cause we some
space cadets
And we don't wanna go to sleep cause we too of obsessed with the
high life
With the high life, and we gon' blast off like a rocket when the
time's right, aye when the time is right
And your style is impeccable, you're so fuckin' incredible
You don't drop off your pedestal, well you shine like a bezel,
boo
Sex forever, no time to buy you the avenue
You my astronaut baby, everything we do brand new
More water than Cancun, me and you we some tycoons
We light up the whole room, we hot like May and June
More love than February, this shit ain't no fairy tale
The highest level you can go, we blow up to legendary
This is outer space nigga, if you don't go I pull it necessary
You an honor to me, I got tha lumber like trees,
I wear my heart on my sleeve, you got my heart in my stomach
Without a doubt in my mind, I'm takin' off and you cumin'
Top floor of the penthouse, on the rooftop poppin' bottles
Shawty, she go both ways, every time she go smash models
Addicted to the high life me and you, we 'bout the same
Gucci, Louis, Prada, when we walk it ain't no thang
Got the VVS diamonds then I go make bitch bitch a bling
Say you wanna go to Pluto, me and you, we are the same
Baby,every time we get together extra fire to the flame
Remain full of spin like woo ride plane
Take off take off take off take off and play
You almost never prepared you're in a whole 'nother plain
You high sidity, you pretty, lights, camera, flash
Focus on your future ain't concerned bout your past
She got red on the bottom of her shoes (of her shoes)
I'm in her brain like I can't lose (I can't lose)
And it ain't nothing I tell 'er I can't do
And when I'm with 'er I got nothin' to prove
She have somethin' for me and I take it for you
We get high as the skyscrapers and past the moon
We got a special connection and we can light up the room
We some astronauts baby, no cartoon
We outta here, and we gon' never gone come to Earth with you
We ain't never gone touch the surface again designer gear is all
we in
Outer space status, the most incredible bond
In it for the passion, I'm whole lot of fashion
5.Magic(feat. T. I. )
Lyricist：Nayvadius WilburnKevin EronduClifford Joseph HarrisJr.
Writer(s)：Nayvadius WilburnKevin EronduClifford Joseph HarrisJr.
Off the top I'm bossed up
You ain't talking money don't talk to us
I'm steady stacking that guac up
Ball harder than you when I'm locked up
You the type of nigga that pop up
When niggas rolling that kush, huh
Got mine growing like grapevines
In the back yard, come look, bruh
I pull up, hop out, bad ho just pop out
Hating nigga better watch out
Still riding with that Glock out
My style so mean til it's hostile
And aggressive dawg, come check your dawg
Spend a couple of mill, no stress at all
Big bank roll, no checks at all
FYI I'm flexing y'all, game A1 professional
You small ball like golf balls
I basketball, go ask your broad
Tell her legs open sesame
Abracadabra she wet for me
Like ta-da, voila, Gucci, Louie, Stravers, Prada
Fishtailing out the parking lot leaving Magic
Two bad bitches and I got 'em out of Magic
The way I made it work, disappear, call it magic
Sipping on the Purple and the Yellow, drinking Magic
Voila, magic, voila, magic, voila, magic, voila, magic
Fishtailing out the parking lot leaving magic
Sipping on the Purple and Yellow, drinking Magic
On my way to Aspen, I forgot to do my taxes
Call up my accountant, he gon' make it do magic
Had to get a driver just to drop me at the airport
Way I smoked the Blunts man I burned 'em up like Newport
Fifty thousand dollars on superstar attire
K.E. and Young Future bringing them fire
All this damn cash make a bitch wanna retire
Gotta drop a half a brick you wanna put me on a flyer
Excuse me but my lingo crazy
See these diamonds ain't none of 'em fugazi
Two bad bitches wanna fuck me the greatest
AOG in a brand new Mercedes
Turn out the lot I'mma do a 180
For the haters I'mma go ahead do it 360
Drinking on a Sprite got Lean all in it
I'm a astronaut nigga better trust my pimping
Fishtailing out the parking lot leaving Magic
Two bad bitches and I got 'em out of Magic
The way I made it work, disappear, call it magic
Sipping on the Purple and the Yellow, drinking Magic
Voila, magic, voila, magic, voila, magic, voila, magic
Fishtailing out the parking lot leaving magic
Sipping on the Purple and Yellow, drinking Magic
Billionaire boy that's true inspiration
Learn to astronaut kid no such thing as limitation
Flying down 20 in the motherfucking spaceship
Just left Magic in the motherfucking basement
Two bitches trailing in a Beemer out of Germany
Got a thing for me, don't want a thing from me
They like my energy, not my Embassy
I know tricks like Criss Angel
I don't trick but I could make you famous
You could disappear from your past life
You'll reappear, no outta sight
I'm Pluto talking, to Jimmy walking, when you walking
I used to be fly but now I'm hawking
I rose on Earth and now I'm satisfied, while I
I stay high, my bitches on they high horse
I double back like two cups
And crawl out in that new Porsche
Fishtailing out the parking lot leaving Magic
Two bad bitches and I got 'em out of Magic
The way I made it work, disappear, call it magic
Sipping on the Purple and the Yellow, drinking Magic
Voila, magic, voila, magic, voila, magic, voila, magic
Fishtailing out the parking lot leaving magic
Sipping on the Purple and Yellow, drinking Magic
6.I'm Trippin'(feat. Juicy J)
Lyricist：Nayvadius WilburnJordan Houtson
Writer(s)：Nayvadius WilburnJordan Houtson
Juciy Wad Up
Hey I'm Trippin
Hold On Nigga I'm Trippin
Drunk a Whole Thing Of Lean I'm Trippin
With My Girl Bestfriend I'm Trippin
I'm Trippin, I'm Trippin, I'm trippin
With My Girl Bestfriend I'm Trippin
Smoke a Whole Pound Of Green I'm Trippin
Drunk a whole Thing Of Lean I'm Trippin
... I'm Trippin, I'm Trippin, I'm trippin
On My Girl Best Friend I'm Trippin
... I'm trippin'
Smoked A Whole Pound Of Weed I'm Trippin Yea Yea
Woke Up Seen A UFO, Last Night I Smoked A Pound Of Dro
Jumped Up And I Poured a Four And I Poured A Four Let's Have A
Toast
Swear A Nigga Just Seen A Ghost, That Money Comin In Over Flow
Codeine All In My Sprite, Future Live The Rockstar Life
Astronaut At The Same Time, Gone To Mars At The Same Time
Pluto, Jupiter Same Time, Pick A Planet At The Same Time
I'm Trippin, I Feel Ignorant
Keep Rolling, Keep Sipping, She looking, She with it
My Girl Gonna Have A Fit When She Find Out How Hard I'm Diggin
Her Friend Shit I'm Trippin
But This Is Exactly How I'm Feelin, When I'm High In The Ceilin
Can't Feel My Face, It's Numb, And I Ain't Got No Feelings
And I'm In NASA Blowin Strong, What the Fuck I'm On
I'm Trippin, I'm Trippin, I'm Trippin
On My Girl Best Friend I'm Trippin, I'm Trippin, I'm Trippin
Smoke a Whole Pound Of Green I'm Trippin, I'm Trippin, I'm
Trippin
Drunk a whole Thing Of Lean I'm Trippin, I'm Trippin, I'm
Trippin
... I'm Trippin, I'm Trippin, I'm Trippin
On My Girl Bestfriend I'm Trippin'
... I'm Trippin
Smoked A Whole Pound Of Green I'm Trippin, Yea Yea
I Take Off, I Blast Off, I Razzel, I Gazzel Got...
With Bitches That's Badder, With Asses That's Fatter, You Trip
And You Chatter,
I Don't Even Talk So It Don't Even Matter
How High I Get, Over Verses I Spit
I Dirty My Sprite, Put It Down in My...
I'm Going To Space She Wanna Come With Me
The Girls Are Pretty The Night's Are Long
Aye, No Sleeping For us, When We Drinkin...
I Gotta Stay Up, I Took Me A Up
Now I'm Buck As Fuck, I Go Fill My Cup
I Crumble My Kush And Fill My Blunt Up
I'm Close, I'm Chillin, I'm Rollin, I'm Rollin, I'm Put The
Place All Into Motion, In Motion
I Grindin And Grind, Keep Going And Going
I'm Blacking Out On Track Like I Don't Know Where I'm At
Talk To Scotty And He Talk Right Back
I'm Diggin Yo Body Yo Ass Really Fat
I'm Loosin My Breath, Astma Attack
I'm so Bizy I Be Gettin Dizzy
When I Get Drunk Juicy I Get Sloppy Pissy
I Blow Good Good In Every City
Countin Money Palms Still Itchy
I'm Trippin, I'm Trippin, I'm Trippin
On My Girl Best Friend I'm Trippin, I'm Trippin, I'm Trippin
Smoke a Whole Pound Of Green I'm Trippin, I'm Trippin, I'm
Trippin
Drunk a whole Thing Of Lean I'm Trippin, I'm Trippin, I'm
Trippin
... I'm Trippin, I'm Trippin, I'm Trippin
On My Girl Bestfriend I'm Trippin'
... I'm Trippin
Smoked A Whole Pound Of Green I'm Trippin, Yea Yea
I'm Smokin Presidential, Drankin Yellow This Shit Need A Suit
Fucked Up In The Phantom Like Tony Montana Bitch Let Back The
Roof
Your Girl Down On My Head She Gripping The Head Just Like A Wave
Cap
And I Get Them Bottles Poppin Juicy J Don't Save Caps
I Can't Match This Kush With You If You Smokein Bagbage
Addicte To The Weed I'm A Fuckin Addict
I'm Smokin Back To Back, Back To Back, Back To Back
I Flip A Stack To Stack, Rack To Rack Ball To The Max
Smokin All This Weed So Geeked Like I Don't Need Lungs
Hate On me, I'm Smokein For Free You Niggas Ain't Got The Funds
And I Keep A Dime Bitch On My Side Plus A Nina
And They Both Will Get You Wet Like Aqua
I'm Trippin, I'm Trippin, I'm Trippin
On My Girl Best Friend I'm Trippin, I'm Trippin, I'm Trippin
Smoke a Whole Pound Of Green I'm Trippin, I'm Trippin, I'm
Trippin
Drunk a whole Thing Of Lean I'm Trippin, I'm Trippin, I'm
Trippin
... I'm Trippin, I'm Trippin, I'm Trippin
On My Girl Bestfriend I'm Trippin'
... I'm Trippin
Smoked A Whole Pound Of Green I'm Trippin, Yea Yea
7.Truth Gonna Hurt You
Lyricist：Michael WilliamsNayvadius WilburnAsheton Hogan
Writer(s)：Michael WilliamsNayvadius WilburnAsheton Hogan
Future Hendricks
My experience
Feel my music, hear my music
It's a cold-cold-cold world baby
Put on your coat
Preferably, check sure 'bout it
I didn't wanna lie to ya (aye)
But it sound more fly to ya (yeah)
I didn't wanna lie to ya (whoa whoa whoa)
I swear it sound way fly to ya (aye)
Cause the truth gone hurt you
The truth gone hurt you
I swear the truth gonna hurt you
Truth gon' hurt you (yeah yeah yeah)
I live a California lifestyle
All these girls around me, gone wild
And I'm so caught up in my own style
I can't see you niggas in the crowd
I'm so far, ain't gonna never come down
You can ask around, I run the town
Everyday for me, a fashion show
I'm Future Hendricks and I run Pluto (space)
I'm a rock star forever, I need to get my act together
When changin' up the weather, it's so hard to be settle (yeah
yeah)
Since we first got together
Things changed for the better
I got die-hard fans and they treat me very special
Heard about forty bitches in the lobby
Ask me about it, I don't know about it
I'm boarding a first class flight
I ain't pack a bag over night
Cause I'm a shop when I land
Yea, I'm a shop when I land
When you playin' with them band
Five suite hotel, that's all where we staying
I'm frustrated
And I been up lately
(Just thinkin' of shit you know what I mean)
Goin' over my plan
Feel like I'm sinking in sand
Two thangs you wouldn't understand
I live the high life
Sex surf and money
Everything we do, we do it always to the morning
I got a trio, tryna suck me up like Tito
Ain't fallin' in lust
You need to trust when I tell you
8.Neva End
Lyricist：Michael WilliamsNayvadius WilburnPierre Ramon Slaughter
Writer(s)：Michael WilliamsNayvadius WilburnPierre Ramon Slaughter
We don't wanna
We don't wanna
We don't wanna neva end
We don't wanna
We don't wanna neva end
We don't wanna
We don't wanna neva end
We don't wanna neva
We don't wanna neva end
It's like our life is just begin
You walkin' out, you comin' back again
Cause we became the best of friends
You got all the questions and I know all the answers
I took your heart, girl, holding it up for ransom
We don't wanna neva end
We don't wanna
We don't wanna neva end
We don't wanna
I could tell you was into me, from my instant chemistry
As I reflect memory, you ride or you die for me
I'll go to war over you I don't give a fuck about showing you
You know what it is, Shorty, forever my lil shawty
Long as I'm swimmin' in Benjamins, you shop with no limited
You'll see reminisce every session, know you'll come back again
I know you can't breath without me, you gon' need the oxygen
I damn near gave you an overdose, on my own medicine
I took a sip of your tea and I ain't been right ever since
As I think to myself what'd it have been heaven sent
Let's put the past behind us
And go far away where nobody can find us
We don't wanna neva end
It's like our life is just begin
You walkin' out, you comin' back again
Cause we became the best of friends
You got all the questions and I know all the answers
I took your heart, girl, holding it up for ransom
We don't wanna neva end
We don't wanna
We don't wanna neva end
We don't wanna
You could leave today, I bet you'll come back tomorrow
I could see the haters comin' from a mile off
And it's preparin' us, for what we got comin'
If they come your way, and you feel like runnin'
Run in my direction, and don't you run from me
Cause anytime we get together, we gon stunt them
And I'm applyin' major pressure, feel it in your stomach
It's lightnin', it's thunderin', it is striking got me wonderin'
Butterfly, butterfly
When you gon ever leave？
Any time you leave my side
I know you comin' back
I know you comin' back to me
We don't wanna neva end
It's like our life is just begin
You walkin' out, you comin' back again
Cause we became the best of friends
You got all the questions and I know all the answers
I took your heart, girl, holding it up for ransom
We don't wanna neva end
We don't wanna
We don't wanna neva end
We don't wanna
Is there anything you wanna know？
Is there any place you rather be？
You walk until your feet get sore
I bet you walking back
I bet you walking back to me
Actually that's a guarantee
Our friendship was guaranteed
You got my ego in another league
I ain't tryna be cocky
I got your heart in my pocket
We don't wanna neva end
It's like our life is just begin
You walkin' out, you comin' back again
Cause we became the best of friends
You got all the questions and I know all the answers
I took your heart, girl, holding it up for ransom
We don't wanna neva end
We don't wanna
We don't wanna neva end
We don't wanna
9.Tony Montana(feat. Drake)
Lyricist：Nayvadius WilburnWillie Jerome ByrdRodney Hill Jr.
Writer(s)：Nayvadius WilburnWillie Jerome ByrdRodney Hill Jr.
Fuckin' cockroaches
Motherfuckin' freebandz.
Want me to be the bad guy
Wanna play, cartel nigga
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
Check up out my ears
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
I'm 'bout to cop the Porsche
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
You leave me no choice, take em to
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
I take over the streets, fresh off the banana boat
I come straight from the east, where niggas split your
canteloupe
Just tell me where you wanna meet, I'm coming with a gang of
dope
My cigar full of loud
I'm laced up to the fucking flo'
The Porsche Carrera, Panamera, 911
I do the whole dash, dropping all cash
Gutta to the death of me I'm sticking to the recipe
Plug, deal with Columbians, I know Sosa
All I got is my balls and my word, fuck the Roaches
Everything we do, we put Versace on the sofa's
The money got me geeked, like I took a hit of coka
My life is a movie, I gotta stay focused
On the hood you see the Stallion
Passenger a stallion
Niggas getting nervous
I'm passing out the valium
I suggest you pop it
But please don't get too sleepy
Used to have them bitches twirkin'
Up in 400 West Peachtree
Bet ya those same hoes'll see me
Be like that's how you feeling
Used to stay up after 12
Now your worth like 12 million
Boy you did, boy you did it
You did the unexpected
I say fuck the unexpected
I just did what I projected
I swear young women are lost these days
While older women dig me
Fucking women that knew Biggie so
We really ain't no biggie
It's just OVO and XO and freebandz of committee
And shout out to Toronto
Bitch I'm Tony in my city
Another shot of Quelo
She be comin' back fo peso's
When ya plugged in with Pedro, it's hard for hoes to let go
See AK's ain't no bitch, nigga I'll split yo tato
Ain't nothin' 'bout me ordinary, I come with the yayo
I move like A Mob boss, it's gon take an army
The world is mine nigga u get it if u want it
You fuckin with me you'll move to Alaska by the mornin
You want me to be the bad guy, ok it's on then
Champagne spillin', crabcakes everywhere
My white bitch trippin she say ain't playin' fair
I'm bout to cop a tiger and put it in the castle
Freebandz a company so nigga it don't matter Though
10.Permanent Scar
Lyricist：Nayvadius WilburnRodney Hill Jr.Jon Josef P. Miller
Writer(s)：Nayvadius WilburnRodney Hill Jr.Jon Josef P. Miller
And it's a permanent scar, you can't forget who you are
It don't matter where you go, they say we are who we are
When you cooking the raw and you're bad from the start
You as cold in your heart, you as cold as your heart
And it's a permanent scar, you can't forget who you are
It don't matter where you go, you are who you are
And when you cooking the raw and you're bad from the start
You as cold as your heart, you as cold as your heart
I keep that same mentality when I was facing casualties
Goin' through my tragedies, I practice like a athlete
Wouldn't believe they had for me
Show and prove, don't make believe
I'll make you believe, all my thoughts free
Purer than the rawest coke
This ain't no shit that I wrote
I've been down this road before
And I've been on the rollercoast'
So many ups and downs and turns
Homies droppin' like flies
Buck stabbed forty times
Doin' a life sentence and he died
While I'm on the road, doin' shows, takin' this ride
I just got word my uncle tried to commit suicide
This the second time I'm goin' back in, the second time
You'll get a second chance at life, nigga I ain't lyin'
I gots SOME homies, they can only mean the world to me
And they ain't comin' back home, they in the cemetery (rest in
peace)
I wish I made this up, it was a fairytale
I know some kingpin's on, they name was Legendary
They smoke crack right now, this ain't a Tyler Perry
This real rap, real life, it's very necessary
For me to go on in, so I went back in
Wish I could stay in this booth and never come out again
My lil' cousin caught a body and he's still fightin'
And I got killaz walkin the yard, future all they recitin'
And I can't forgive you nigga, you did too much bittin
But I ain't gon' hold no grudge, I just know your type
I take a trip a unwrap a gift, run it back like emmit smith
Go to New York with this gift and i come back with a leer
Break bread with my team
Partner money here her
And confidence, I want my music global
I'm wanna see who bump their fist
I'm wanna change a nigga life
So he ain't gotta go through this
Don't get caught in my fit
Till I'm runnin' 1 0 6
They tracked me 'cross the globe
You can have the fame
Just give me my soul
I could scratch these niggas and go back in that boat
Before I lose my respect
I stick to the code
I hold a tol on my shoulder
But I will never fall
No snitches allowed, case closed
11.Same Damn Time
Lyricist：Nayvadius WilburnSonny Corey Uwaezuoke
Writer(s)：Nayvadius WilburnSonny Corey Uwaezuoke
I wear Gucci, I wear Bally at the same damn time
On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time
Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time
Fucking 2 bad bitches at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
I'm on Pluto I'm on Mars at the same damn time
On the sofa, poppin bottles at the same damn time
Gucci made in Italy, Bally belt I'm killin shit
The way I rock a jimmy Chu's the word got out I'm dealin it
I fuck her she a immigrant
Don't touch her she got benefits
Bussin down them benjimans
Fuckin up on Louie kicks, that's the way I'm kickin it
Pharaoh garment cover me
Puerto Rican, Japanese, we laid up at the Double Tree
Yellow ice a bumble bee, pinky ring a quarter key
Iphone a metro, twerking off the whole thing
My ear ring a jelly bean, gansta lean and ireine
Red eyes no visine, I'm loc'd out on the bean
Horse shoes on my jeans, robbin jeans with the wings
Yellow bone on the team, trafficin that Yao Mings
Space boots with the spikes, go to AZ on a flight
Mail a hundred over night, Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I wear Gucci, I wear Bally at the same damn time
On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time
Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time
Fucking 2 bad bitches at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
I'm on Pluto I'm on Mars at the same damn time
On the sofa, poppin bottles at the same damn time
I'm in Fifs with the sack going crazy
Got some diamonds around my neck no flugazy
Bad bitches in the suite, trying to bathe me
Just a young hood nigga, streets raised me
Working with a unit try and stretch it to another one
Drinking on that active and it taste just like some bubble gum
Thumbing through a check, boarding on the jet
Talking on the iPhone, sipping out the Styrofoam
That dirty got my mind gone, that money got my mind blown
VVS and white stones, VVS and white stones
I'm rolling like a rolling stone
Free Bands on Al Capone
And my cash way long, (turned up)
I see a bunch of clones
I wear Gucci, I wear Bally at the same damn time
On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time
Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time
Fucking 2 bad bitches at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
I'm in Pluto I'm in Mars at the same damn time
On the sofa, poppin bottles at the same damn time
Give me an apartment and some water and I can swim
Got that gambino jumping out the gym
My young nigga servin jays outside crim
Jump across from me you know your chances slim
In my Aviator Gucci, like I'm driving planes
Flyin cash in cash money, smell like cocaine
Doin Birdman numbers, makin flips like Jackie Chan
Walk inside the jeweler drop a bail on ya rinng.
Spent so much at Louie gave me free champagne
In Bel Harbor shoppin and they doing the same thang
And I keep my cup with me like a pimp
I check a Magic Don Juan, take a glimpse
Spike Lee need to get this shit on film
I wear Gucci, I wear Bally at the same damn time
On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time
Selling white, selling mid at the same damn time
Fucking 2 bad bitches at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the sae damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
I'm on Pluto I'm on Mars at the same damn time
On the sofa, poppin bottles at the same damn time.
12.Long Live The Pimp(feat. Trae Tha Truth)
Lyricist：Nayvadius WilburnFrazier ThompsonCarlton Mays
Writer(s)：Nayvadius WilburnFrazier ThompsonCarlton Mays
Drinkin' on Texan, parkin' lot flexin'
Bumpin' UGK, motherfucka
Ridin' dirty with the K, motherfucka
On the grind AK, motherfucka
Drinkin' on Texan, parkin' lot flexin'
Bumping UGK, motherfucka
Eatin on shrimps, motherfucka
Long live the pimp, motherfucka
Sippin' on Podart, hangin' with you rocks
Bad yellow bitch and her pussy taste like water
Cash red Cadillac, deuce in the court
Rub it on the pimp, then my uncle buddy
Niggas can't touch me like I'm Jay Prince son
Water drippin' off me, shinin' like a star
Grippin' on the wheel, Johnny Dale got me chilled
Texan in my Sprite when I'm poppin' seal
Drinkin' on mud, rockin' with the thugs
Long live Ted, the dirty south love you
I've come to get tippy, smokin', reminiscin'
Underground king, you a legend in my memory
Tippin' on glass slippaz, pain on and deep as fuck
UFC in my trunk, bet this gon' beat you up
Everything movin' slow, still ain't no keepin' low
Gator replace the scene, get your ass eaten up
Chopper behind the seat, truth still undisputed
Verse ain't the tryna trill, I won't talk with it because
Suzanne
Hang in on the diamonds, flexing
Swinging over like I'm flexing
Stuntin' on 'em like I'm birdman
Make seven on it, whip the wrist
Nothing on it, don't fetch attention
Get your bitches, cold efficient
Gonna kill it on competitions
Sideline 'em, on suspension
Young Bill, turned to stone
Lil' Jim, Sweet Jane's Joe
Bumpin' UGK and get your stomach full of stones
13.Homicide(feat. Snoop Dogg)
Lyricist：Nayvadius WilburnRodney Hill Jr.Jon Josef P. Miller
Writer(s)：Nayvadius WilburnRodney Hill Jr.Jon Josef P. Miller
You say you wanna take a ride？ Get in
I grew up on that other side, getting it in
You niggas selling a bunch of pies, snatch a Benz
I heard you say it's going down, I'm going in
Go tell 'em it's a homicide (murder)
Go tell 'em it's a homicide (murder, murder)
Go tell 'em it's a homicide (murder, murder)
Go tell 'em it's a homicide, ya ya
Fighting, shooting, killing, riding
Cripping, tripping, spitting fire
In the kitchen, baking pies
Taking mines, making mines
Yellow tape, black gun
Fill it with them hollow shells
And leave the scene bloody
Buddy can't nobody tell
Catch a plane to the ATL
Lay low in a cheap motel
Whatever suits ya
And get a few thangs from my cousin Future
Now I'm back on and popping like
Trapping, rapping in the cut
Talk shit, I fuck you up
They don't recognize who I am or where I'm from
So I hit the strip club banging 20 Crip cause
Treble with the bass, put that thang up in yo shavening
And leave yo body bleeding on the pavement
How many a ride for you, open up that fire for you
You gotta question a nigga standing next to you, cut him off
I grew up on the side you gotta make yourself a boss
Niggas'll shit on you any chance they get
Cross you out on a lick
If you ain't ready for the ending then quit
It's a dirty world, you gotta get your hands dirty
I'm going for the title with my hands on the rifle
I put in the same work you put in, survival
Looking at my rival, they looking suicidal
Keep them bodies off wax, I can spot a rat
Let the guitar play, brrrat!
Slang a bunch of packs, and go and snatch a Benzo
I played them streets as a young nigga, ain't never liked
Nintendo
Them gangstas in the yard, them my motherfucking kinfolk
They'll kidnap you and yo broad (in broad) daylight, no pretendo
I grew up 'round a bunch of monsters, call that pressure on ya
Be so scared for ya life, you call the police on ya
You ready say you ready
You gon' starve or you want fetti？ Yo life'll change a second
Good or bad, don't open yo mouth, make sure you shut it
Ain't no telling who listening, make a wise decision
I'm from 'cross the tracks, like Boosie
If you ride, you better know who shooting
14.Turn On The Lights
Lyricist：Michael WilliamsNayvadius WilburnMarquel Middlebrooks
Writer(s)：Michael WilliamsNayvadius WilburnMarquel Middlebrooks
I'm lookin' for 'er
I'm lookin' for 'er
I'm lookin' for 'er
I'm lookin' for 'er
Is that her in the VIP-line
With the Vuitton and Yves saint Laurent
Used to drive the Nissan, now she in a Beamer
I don't want 'er cause she from the corner
And I heard that Beamer was a loner
Her old man, the owner
And I don't even drink Corona's
What type of drink you want bruh
I'm champagne forever
I'm dirty Sprite forever
You can come sit with me
If you'd like to change the weather
If you wanna live better
We can buy a crib, wherever
Don't get too thirsty, get used to this cheddar
I wanna tell the world about you just so they can get jealous
And if you see 'er 'fore I do tell 'er I wish that I've met 'er
Turn on the lights
I'm lookin' for 'er too
I heard she keep her promises and never turn on you
I heard she ain't gone cheat and she gon never make no move
I heard she be there anytime you need 'er, she come through
Turn on the lights
I'm lookin' for 'er
I'm lookin' for 'er
I'm lookin' for 'er
Turn on the lights
I'm lookin' for 'er
I'm lookin' for 'er
I'm lookin' for 'er
I'm lookin' for 'er
Send 'er my way
Tell 'er I've been lookin' for 'er in the broad day
Hangin' with the dope boys in the hallways
And I know, to keep 'er, yeah, you gotta get that cake
Turn on the lights
I'm lookin' for 'er too
I heard she got a pretty face and stand up like a stallion
I heard that she a precious jewel, you treat her to medallions
I wanna be the one to find out if I go to prowlin
And if I get the number, you know I can't wait to dial it
And if we get together, girl, you know we gon be wylin'
And when we get together we make magic and it's ours
Whenever you up here ain't nothin' nobody can do about it
She a hood girl
But she a good girl
She been mislead
Now she ready for the world
I want your energy
To take control of me
I've tried to go to sleep
And seen 'er in my dreams
Just in case I run across her today I'm a stay clean
Just in case she recognize a face, send 'er to me
And tell 'er I've been lookin' for 'er with a flashlight
You can't tell a nigga nothin' because I got my cash right
And tell 'er if she honest and promise she stay true
Make sure, when you tell 'er, tell 'er we goin past the moon
15.You Deserve It
Lyricist：Gary HillBrandon RackleyNayvadius WilburnJames Bernard
RosserJr.
Writer(s)：Gary HillBrandon RackleyNayvadius WilburnJames Bernard
RosserJr.
You deserve it
You deserve it
You deserve it, Future
You deserve it
You deserve it
You deserve it
You deserve it, Future
You deserve it
I done paid so many dues
I never lose my cool
Just the other day, my lil' cousin call me from school and said
You deserve it
You deserve it
You deserve it, Future
You deserve it
(Turn it up)
Ain't asked for this, I worked for this
I was in the dungeon, that place's a sin
Catch the jiggers, not paying attention
No harm, nigga, my slang tremendous
I'm better than you and I know it
I will show it
You ain't flowin' how I'm flowin'
That's why I'm goin'
Places you ain't goin'
No one can go in
They knowin' it and I'm glowin'
To a mother I come up with discretion
I pick that up from rico
My cousin had my back from day one
Gon' keep a month up
I believe we keepin' to one thousand and stayin' humble
You're right, I told 'er take through to jungle
Keep it slammin', tell the T when I was standin' on the corner
Went to studio, just put that crack of heavy on it
I go so fuckin' hard, till my heart skip a beat
I always been expensive, ain't nothin' about me cheap
I'm tha realest nigga you'll see
Since Michael Jackson Billie Jean
I was plannin' can't even rappin'
Sometimes I feel I wanna sing
My passion (my passion)
It goes without bein' said
Tha fruits of my labor
I laid down a solid foundation
You water a seed too long and it will grow
You stay down and grind for long and it's gon show
It brings water to my eyes just to hear me on the radio
You wouldn't understand the route I had to take to get here so
I worked for this (I worked for this)
It didn't come easy (It didn't come easy)
My people hit me up and said these rappers cheezy, cause
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