Future Trunks

I wanna be legendary
I can't be scared
Why wait? I gotta get it now
When mom died, I was 14
I had my head down, but I know she's in heaven now

A lot of my niggas dead
They in Thug Mansion, how could I let 'em down?
I was inspired by Tupac and Nipsey
Backwood full and a cup full of Henny
I'm hopeless
I was inspired by Tupac and Nipsey

Backwood and cups full of Henny
I swear to God, I'm hopeless
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I lose it just to regain focus
When I die tell 'em quote this
This the realist shit I wrote
And the realist nigga wrote this
(Eat my flesh, flesh of my flesh)

My little brother fighting three attempt murders
I'm stressin'
J. Rod got hit with a stray bullet
I could never forget
I say "I love you like a brother"
Every time I see Devin
I wish I could talk to my mom every 11:11

I gotta smoke a whole pound
Bitch, I'm tryna forget
I done fucked so many bad bitches
I'll probably forget her
'Cause when it's real you don't say it you just feel it
Bitch, all that anger in my heart
Man, somebody gotta get it
Bitch if James don't trust you, I'll shoot you (James don't trust you)

If you hurt Daviana, I'll shoot you
If Zuraida gave the word, I would shoot you
You wonder why I brought a hammer
I'm a loose screw
And every nigga with me gang (every nigga with me gang)
That's how I'm rockin'

Aye all these bitches in my section (all these bitches in my section)
I got options
VIP, I stand on sofa poppin' bottles (VIP, I stand on sofa poppin' bottles)
And tell the ops in the building
"Bitch, what's poppin'"
Macwoodpapi

Aye, hold up
Count it
Yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea
Yea, yea
Rich sex, yea
Yea, yea, yea, yea
Drunk sex, yea
Yea, yea, yea, yea
Big checks, yea

Yea, yea, yea, yea
Big checks
I want big, big checks, yea
Big checks, yea
Big, big checks, yea
Hold up
Count it
Yea, yea, yea, yea

My little brother fighting three attempt murders
I'm stressin'
J. Rod got hit with a stray bullet
I could never forget him
I say "I love you like a brother"
Every time I see Devin
I wish I could talk to my mom
Nah, nah
I know I gotta turn up for her

I know my angels watch over me while I fight my demons
I pop Ace of Spades
My pain never leaves me
I need new money
Bitch, I'm always scheming
But, just 'cause I want you
Doesn't mean I need you

I got a girl from the West End
From the West End
Bitch, I'm a dog
Fuck her best friend
Her and her best friend
I want it all
Nothing less than, nothing less than

Bitch, I'ma ball
VVS's in my necklace
I got a girl from the West End
From the West End
Bitch, I'm a dog
Fuck her best friend
Her and her best friend

I want it all
Nothing less than, nothing less than
Bitch, I'ma ball
VVS's in my necklace
Hold up

Hold up
Count it
Yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea, yea
Hold up
Count it
Yea, yea, yea, yea
Big checks
I want big, big checks, yea
Rich sex, yea

Yea, yea
I got a girl from the West End
From the West End
Bitch, I'm a dog
Fuck her best friend
Her and her best
Bitch, I'ma ball
VVS's in my necklace