Jump!! (Or Get Jumped!!!)((by the future))

Big plans! We got big, big plans coming up in this mothafucker Six hands; It was six hands when we came with Mathed Up off the cuff, nigga And that took two years just to touch ears, I'm living in the next ten years while that shit here Like, I can get touched before I get to really speak, would you be surprised if I died next week? Many niggas, many minds can get through all ten years of they 20's with no time Get a bullshit degree and a family and trauma's still beating them within an inch of they life Take ten hood niggas, put them in a line, each be a genius off they own might You gon' learn ten lessons you could apply, you gon' learn what it really mean to survive Living on Juice Wrld, Pop Smoke time I'll be in my future, come try to remove it I live only for this, it's how I must do it There's no way they can take what I say and skew it R.I.P. Chynna, Ms. Taylor, and Mr. Arbery What can activate the rage that we be harboring? Ain't nobody tryna kill me that hard to me Like lemme get a gun and you can get it all From me Nigga How do I remember (they ask) What I spit out the tooth? (Hmm) I don't need to make mental notes when this shit is just the truth But what matters more, of course, is my resources It's chores until support, there's no divorcing I'm screaming through your door, "We'll take control by force" And you gon' watch me spit the world into the floor Big plans! We got big, big plans coming up in this mothafucker Six hands; It was six hands when we came with Mathed Up off the cuff, nigga And that took two years just to touch ears, I'm living in the next ten years while that shit here Like, I can get touched before I get to really speak, what if I die next week? Living on Juice Wrld, Pop Smoke time I'll be in my future, come try to remove it I live only for this, it's how I must do it There's no way they can take what I say and skew it R.I.P. Chynna, Ms. Taylor, and Mr. Arbery What can activate the rage that we be harboring? Ain't nobody tryna kill me that hard to me Like lemme get a gun and you can get it all from me R.I.P. Chynna, Ms. Taylor, and Mr. Arbery What can activate the rage that we be harboring? Ain't nobody tryna kill me that hard to me Like lemme get a gun and you can get it all from me R.I.P. Chynna, Ms. Taylor, and Mr. Arbery What can activate the rage that we be harboring? Ain't nobody tryna kill me that hard to me Like lemme get a gun and you can get it all from me From, from me From me, from me From me From me My mind be on a million, a gold mine worth untold millions If I get popped before it's clear I'm hot, of course there'll be someone to fill in So, I try to live to fight another day, the way my father say Another day to live, another day to give, of myself to everybody that I love and I am fucking with Five years ago, we said the same thing about "today is another day" Ten years ago we said the same thing, but today is "another day" On God, I get that and I'm with that Type beat, "time stops for no man" I've known my whole life where I stand People either wringing necks or they fucking hands I would've hit a fucking lick if I could evaporate, but as long as you live, I live, and you cannot kill me 30 years ago we said the same thing about "today is another day" 50 years ago we said the same thing but today is "another day" Everybody wants their ideology to be the one that enslaves the world We just left a century of artists whose screams went purposefully unheard We live in the future, we die in the present, I have our next two shits in my mind already We started conceiving in 2016 in a windowless van driving through the desert It took so much time, life, advice, and effort to make the first half of this shit come together And this shit is mid compared to what I'm saying on The L I was off the Durban I was off the Durban Poison dreaming of my mom singing on Russell Singing on Russell Singing on Russell Singing on Russell Singing on Russell 2028 has no guarantee But I know my dream, I know my Mom's dream Even though I have not yet written, I know how long you have searched I know its power and I can't die before it's unearthed Everyday we run from ourselves and from time So much so that our planning looks like we've lost our minds But our lives are wasted if we don't even try And it's delicious every time it turns out I was right