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(Future-proof yourself) (Tacky ass, off brand, at home drinkin', V-Neck wearin', mother-) They don't like my Output or my Outlook I'm an Apple guy anyway, New York's renegade Been afraid to engage in it, slow at the beginning Touch of the chameleon, Erick got no ceiling No drive? Shit's still power steering No interference, no weak deterrents We should be concerned about how we tune our spirit Instead we get embarrassed How weak is your marriage in the image of perfection? When we strive for investments We all can't be rich, that's just natural selection (that's right) I know that hurt a couple of my brethrens, damn Hey, it's all love, I don't do this slow stuff I was really broke, nigga, I don't need to grow up Had roaches in my kitchen, Ramen Noodles in my cup When I turned 18 is when I really (turned up) Before my neighborhood was gang-gang shit A bunch of us ran home, they were home scrambling Out scamming, him and his whole family And then that wasn't random, it's more like a standard Now I'm building fandom, I'm top 10 if I could advance it 10 years ago, man, they wouldn't even chance it Vocabulary, that's verbal enhancement Oh, it's very scary if you gotta bring your mans in Loaded up a semi, take a photo, now he dancing And they saying Architect is soaking up the bandwidth I can change the settings, we can settle all the damage Done shows while these other hoes canceling (sorry!) If I'm the best, say the shit, don't gas it Misspell my name and you finna get yo' ass kicked More for the masses, I reach for them classics I'm used to them tactics, I move so Oh, from the musket to the missile To avoid collision, I pop another pistol I smoke the nigga with you, ask homie to assist you Fast forward, where you going? I'll convince you (where you going?) You got the strength, get some other people with you No excuse if you present in the physical If we band together we can conquer the incredible Got me feeling like a shroomie or an edible Say you better get it, or you put your kids to bed or something On the Peloton, trying to sweat off all the Cinnabon Far from the ignorant Bars? Let me give you some I take upon anyone, this is what they really want I just put my city on 50 large, what he really on Never been the guy to spend no time in a titty bar I was catching vibes getting by with a CD on Hang out with the goons, they gon' ride, that's what he be on (Future-proof yourself) (Skinny like, skinny ramen, what is that anyway?) (Sound like a bunch of bullshit)
Writer(s): Andrew P. De Caro, Adam Novodor, Erick E Elliott, Linden Jay Berelowitz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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