Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Future, artist - Dame GreaseDate of issue: 20.10.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Future |
| They got my back to the wall |
| Nobody to turn to, nobody I can trust |
| I used to have friends |
| But all I could think about was hustlin |
| That was then, this is now |
| And this is how I must be A loose cannon, with a cannon |
| Nobody can trust me When half the world is sayin «fuck me» |
| The other half will fear me Shit both halves will make one whole |
| But nothing can dare those cowards to come near me Yeah they hear me, but fuck that |
| I want them cats to feel me Cuz to feel me, is to know Ill be a problem till they kill me Its from sun-up to sun-down |
| Got my gun up, and ima run down |
| On any ass coward that feelin that I cant get down |
| Im a nightmare, the nigga thats always right there |
| Borderline, with two lines, a little too heavy to fight fair |
| Unload, reload, cock back, and pop that |
| And drag to where your top at And guaranteed that I dropped that |
| You cant top that |
| Im here to put them rumors to rest |
| Fuck the past |
| Fuck the present |
| Im the future in the flesh |
| Im the chrome before the storm |
| Im the buzz before the storm |
| Im the screech before the crash |
| Im the click before the blast |
| Im the rise before the fall |
| Im the loss before the gain |
| Vacant lot will keep it hot |
| Cuz we the future of this game |
| Coke game to sober |
| We takin rap over |
| Either roll with us or you gettin rolled over |
| But pardon, niggaz is too hard for your squadron |
| Evacuate the buildin, save all the women and children |
| No way around it, niggaz comin in thousands |
| M17s, grenades, and four-pounders |
| All you grimmy niggaz get the fuck from round us Yall the same cock-housers from the blocks to gouchers |
| Celebratin is the the feelin when I catch a fake vilian |
| Send him brick style in the ceilin of an abandonded building |
| Feel me? |
| yall got to, Im the voice of theory |
| My advice? |
| keep rappin you aint no where near me Spillin blood for the dead, God bless them dearly |
| And look straight to the heavens so I know that he hear me My shit fluxuate from the drop seven, to the wide bodied eight |
| Up on in corner, with the sweeper I let the body gate |
| When I do niggaz, its how I do niggaz |
| And two niggaz got nothin for me When they saw me looked the other way and tried to ignore me I put holes, like foot holes, in niggaz buttholes |
| Stomp a mudhole, when I cut hoes, the fuckin blood flows |
| That was bustin niggaz wide, I was 10 when I died |
| Now Im walkin dead with the infared by my side |
| Keepin niggaz in line like a parade |
| Then they scatter like roaches when they get sprayed with raid |
| Like a grenade, playin with spades is the plan |
| Now what part of suck my dick dont you understand? |
| Better act like you know or get smacked like your hoe |
| When you straped, toe to toe, but cant strap with the flow |
| And I gets down for mine, with the crime |
| And if I gots to do time, fuck it I dont mind |
| I handle my business and I shoot snitches |
| Cuz I know nowadays niggaz is more ass than loose bitches |
| Its all good, Im still out |
| Knock on wood, robbin niggaz like my last name is hood |
| Cuz I could, go with that mob that goes out to rob |
| That mad scheme to get cream without the job |
| I house more niggaz than a shelter |
| And if a nigga ever felt a, heltah skeltah |
| Itd would melt away, cuz the pain is too much to bear |
| Let the dead be dark while the dark is here |