[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Seein’ everythin’ pass by
I'm only really happy, when I'm mad high
Nowadays I'm a sad guy
Bitches be fuckin’ on the first date, can't lie
Lil’ brother facin’ murder charges
I ain't write him yet, we both from the projects
22, bro still young
And I pray every day that he ain't done
What do I tell ‘em, hold his head, when he could do like ten?
My pop’s gone, he's dead, I haven't been right since
Took mama out the ghetto though, where they let the metal blow
Catchin’ flights with this better ho’s
Never heard ‘em when they said I couldn't
They just boys in the hood n***a you been good, and
Shawty said, “I wanna know about you”
Sent her address but I never came through
That was yesterday, but now I'm here
Sittin’ close though, talkin’ in her ear
Then she told her friend to come here, T-shirt coverin’ her rear
Nothin’ else though, might call Fresco for some help though
My next flow is, sponsored by sour strands
All of my shit is way stronger than all of these cowards
And I got ho’s that I'm taller than
And I got hoes that I'm smaller than
That is my white bitch and just she is just model thin
Fuckin’ that girl she be hollerin’
“Say is my pussy,” she holler it, all of my laws, she follow it
She said she never tried this, but she willin’ today, yeah she willin’ to play
I took her up where God is, she feelin’ different today, now she willin’ to pray
You could never find us
Not wit’ my n***a’s today, I'm with this bitches today, and uh
Tell these n***a’s line up
I'm givin’ lessons today, I’m givin’ blessin’s today
I need to know about you
[Bridge: Sample]

[Interlude: Sample & Neako]
Future World
I love this world
I love champagne, fast cars, airplanes
This is so amazing
The World over everything
You should be smokin’ right now
Yeah

[Verse 2]
This is that lyrical Syria flow
I pray to God that he give ‘em a miracle though
Bad choice of words, but you kids gotta go
I get ahold in control of ya fuckin’ soul
My set is LVL, all my n***a’s know the code
My set is YSL, all my bitches know they role
Don't be mad girl, you know the game
It's a whole laughin’ game when you feel pain
You could level up and regain
And I'm all about that paper, not a motherfuckin’ hater
Hit my knees, say a prayer
For my n***as that ain't here now
So numb, I don't even shed tears now
All these n***a’s seem weird now
I ain't never been a runner, n***a all through the summer
Let you n***as do ya numbers, now I’m off of my slumber
Take it off your plate, place it all in my stomach
At the dinner table, just fingerin’ ya woman
But she let me do it, she seem to be into it
My team, yeah we do it
I mean we the truest
We don't take, we influence
I swear we the truest, I swear we the truest
[Outro: Sample]
I mean
It’s a very big deal
3 fingers to the Sun
I like to be here