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Future - JUST THE BEGINNING (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Future
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Taurus Currie Jr.
Taurus Currie Jr.
Songwriter
James Therrien
James Therrien
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eric Manco
Eric Manco
Recording Engineer
Braden Davies
Braden Davies
Assistant Engineer
Zachary Acosta
Zachary Acosta
Assistant Engineer
Ethan Stevens
Ethan Stevens
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Taurus
Taurus
Producer

Lyrics

Streets signed me, huh (Taurus, Taurus) I gotta remind you, I never liked you In the streets, nigga, I love you Streets turnin' boys into men, take several down, lock it in Got a stash, brought another bill, pay you off before I shot and kill Tell 'em other trenches that I ain't fell, I told 'em, "Wait again", they weren't aware I met her on sight, she got clapped, I was playin' with the chickens before I rapped Treatin' this music like I'm sellin' keys, I took lil' mama then went down to Greece Young nigga 'round me, slimey and greasy, I bought her diamonds, she keep it a secret Knock yo' shit down, you know I'ma agree with it, take off flyin', goin' off a G6 I got that cooler with me when I'm whippin', rollin' with demons when I'm in yo' city Couple of pink toes gettin' nasty, send all the Fentanyl to Cincinnati Gone on a mission, niggas ain't really havin' it, like I got a fishin' rod, that bitch bite Whole lotta racks on me be precise, lil' one whack songs when they bitin' We been on demon time, say I'm nice, ain't been gettin' no sleep, I'm outside Kick down the doors of yo' door, put double numbers on the billboards I take the flowers, we gettin' awards, too many shooters, I was paranoid Young nigga poppin' off anywhere, catch up and spray, nigga, anywhere I gotta make sure I ante up, 'cause I'm in touch with the mob A goonie ready, yeah, she anywhere, Jada finish up the job But to the hood I'm a God, I did residentials, I was slaughterin' Just another product of poverty, hit them niggas up, no recovery I had Benjamins, Frank callin' me, got them demons with me, ain't no argument Trappin' out my pain with Givenchy Forever wish death on all my enemy The minute I was born, I was sinnin' Chasin' a 100 billion, that's just the beginnin' Streets turnin' boys into men, take several down, lock it in Got a stash, brought another bill, pay you off before I shot and kill Tell 'em other trenches that I ain't fell, I told 'em, "Wait again", they weren't aware I met her on sight, she got clapped, I was playin' with the chickens before I rapped Streets turnin' the boy to a millionaire, ayy-yeah Took all the struggle from the game, and it got me here Drinkin' on muddy, smokin' herb by the pound, ooh-ooh Wish I could fall in love, but she been ran through Who the flyest? Ain't no goin' back and forth, ain't no debatin' with me Keepin' the drum on me, gotta keep 50 brothers for my many men These streets they prepared a nigga for everythin' Everythin' I ever wanted in my life I hustle, and I'm grindin' up to earn it full For the Bugatti, sign me up Charge 1,000 just to line 'em up, line it up Oh-yeah (oh-yeah), yeah (yeah) Yeah (yeah), young nigga pop (young nigga pop) Catch up and spray (catch up and spray) I gotta make sure I aim (make sure I aim), woo Goonies ready to (goonies ready to) Just the finishin' (just the finishin') Hood (hood), Pluto (Pluto) Catch another b- (catch another b-) Hit 'em up (hit 'em up), I call (I call)
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Taurus Bucy Jr. Currie, James Therrien Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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