[Intro]
(The Future)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, uh
This that Kobe flow
I feel like Tyson in ‘86, if you know you know
Applying pressure my greatest gift
Gone in the wind, goin’ for the wins
I’m on 10, on the 110
Got benjamins on benjamins, that money calling
You ain’t know I talk to the dead
Snitching to the cops then it’s off with your head (off with your head)
Men lie, women lie, numbers lie too (Lie too)
N***as die, bitches die, snitches die too
Smoke this backwood to the face
And won’t put it in rotation
Make sure that bitch you with don’t give up your location
Make sure thеm n***as you with don’t give you signs of snaking
I don’t do it big, I do it major
N***as be hating on my music cause thеy ain’t produce it
N***a, I ain’t sign that deal, n***a, I ain’t stupid
N***as lie, bitches lie, numbers lie too
Tryin’ to sign me, n***a, I can sign you
Everything I bought I can buy it times two
Mama had me in them streets before I could tie my shoe
Did dirt all by my lonely, I was too live without the crew
Who put this shit together, n***a? Me because I'm the glue
Alhamdulillah, I thank God that I'm chosen
I smoke so much weed I be high when I'm sober
I held my own, blessed the child I was golden
I got tunnel vision, ain't no turning back, I'm too focused
I'm the Loc'est of the Loc'est
The coldest of the coldest
The realest of the realest
And the dopest of the dopest
Top off old school like Spitta, n***a
I ain't from Nebraska, fo' sho Im the illest n***a
This year I’m on a new tempo
Fuck around and turn this MayBach into a limo
Fuck around and turn your rap name into an endo
N***as acting like they kinfolk
I’m a be rich forever cause I been broke
Been a joke
I’m running to the money then walking in banks
I got a dead homie called Benjamin Franklin (Franklin)
Men lie, women lie, numbers lie too
N***a you a rapper, n***a, you gon’ sign who?