[Intro: Ro Ransom]
Ay, yeah, ay, yeah
Woo, uh
Future shit, uh, yeah

[Verse 1: Ro Ransom]
N***as was fronting on me but we've seen that before
I just pulled up in some shit, you ain't seen that before
Dawg, I was chasin' that money, we've been on the road
I put my life in this shit, I can't take it no more
The world in my hands
My bitch make me feel like the man
I need Franklins and Grants, oh
West side shit - you won't understand

[Hook: Ro Ransom]
My God, can you imagine?
Two moons since I seen Jasmine
She knows how bad I want it
God-damn, I need this shit
My dawgs all lost without me
This oxy got me drowsy
Late night, I'm all alone
Playing "Lord Knows" in the whip, yeah

[Verse 2: Sylvan LaCue]
Underground kings on this underground scene (king shit)
Fuck who you checking for, we running episodes
Might look like I can, these cameras won't let it show
Don't let this game muzzle you hidden agendas
Boy, don't get too comfortable, this ain't the Huxtables
And I'ma need two to three racks to at least come and fuck with you
Huh, and that's if I fuck with you
Drowning a vision, a bitch to accustomed to
Oh, yeah, you did it but it ain't untouchable
Big-up your princess like she ain't un-fuckable
Huh, the good ones go if you wait too long
But I can turn saint to a sinner, let her roll with a winner
It's much different of a dream to one, it's just facts, bro
Wise up, sink full of dishes, you payin' tuition (you payin' tuition)
I'm paying attention, everything's changed, I just raised my suspicion (that's real shit)
Thought I was trippin'
Coming to grips with the cost I was given
I question that shit, guessing it's time to invest in that shit
[Hook: Ro Ransom]
My God, can you imagine?
Two moons since I seen Jasmine
She knows how bad I want it
God-damn, I need this shit
My dawgs all lost without me
This oxy got me drowsy
Late night, I'm all alone
Playing "Lord Knows" in the whip, yeah

[Verse 3: Ro Ransom]
All my bitches got the molly nose
Model sweat on my follicles
Goddamn, I'm so hot I'm cold
Four bands bet I'm coppin' clothes
Debit cards, got a lot of those
Hoes chase like the pot of gold
Man-eater like Hall & Oates
Say I'll call but I probably won't
Feel like we got the monopoly
All Summer long I was droppin' heat
Feel like can't nobody stop the team
Filippelli, Jayex, Rob and me
God-damn, man, this shit too easy
Man, I'll school a n***a, man, I'm Mr. Feeny
I'm on ketamine and my n***a need me
Breaking bread there; plate it with linguini
God-damn, I'm in all black but she all white like I sold a brick
Running round, catch a contact, party all night 'cause we 'bout this shit
Riverside, that's my girl's spot, know she got money 'cause the paintings all on the wall and shit
Misfits on some baller shit, let me talk my shit
I been non-stop since November
In the wonderland when there's cold weather
Yesterday's clothes, I'm a go-getter
N***as hatin' on me but they know better than to mention Ro
'Cause I got that cut-the-tension flow
Four wheel with suspension flow
When the future's here, boy, the youth is here
Time to let it go, n***a