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Future


This ain't a diss song, this a real song
Nigga, we ain't runnin' from no responsibilities
I take care of families
I'm embarrassed over this mess that I done caused

I can't go to sleep, I'm paranoid
And there's way too many homicides
Bought a hundred guns, got my niggas slidin'
Fuck the bitch once, now she wanna cry
Snitches told the feds, I had an alibi
Brokenhearted, fuck my bitch every night
I don't know her name, she wanna have my child
Laughin' to the bank, got me runnin' wild
Numbed to the pain, so I keep a smile
Gotta keep it stashed up for the trial
Material intentions, gotta play a foul
I'm a rare form, like a hyena runnin' wild
All the opps gettin' gunned down

I can't go to sleep, I'm paranoid
And there's way too many homicides
Bought a hundred guns, got my niggas slidin'
Fuck the bitch once, now she wanna cry
Snitches told the feds, I had an alibi
Brokenhearted, fuck my bitch every night
I don't know her name, she wanna have my child
Laughin' to the bank, got me runnin' wild
Numbed to the pain, so I keep a smile

I lost connections to the streets and I was in denial
I seen a grown man shed tears 'cause he lost his trial
I said the streets are crazy, feeling just to lose a child
Have a one-on-one with God, yeah, been a while
I woke up paranoid off drugs, I said, I'm tired now
I answer my phone in the middle of the night
Like who done died now?
Knowin' I'm involved
But we gon' slide by when it dyin' down
I don't know who opps no more
You look crazy, I'm firin' rounds

I love the streets, it's a portion of me
I came from nothin', to the voice of the streets
I got blood in the streets
The way he died, I advise he died in his sleep
That's the trenches, yeah, yeah

I can't go to sleep, I'm paranoid
And there's way too many homicides
Bought a hundred guns, got my niggas slidin'
Fuck the bitch once, now she wanna cry
Snitches told the feds, I had an alibi
Brokenhearted, fuck my bitch every night
I don't know her name, she wanna have my child
Laughin' to the bank, got me runnin' wild
Numbed to the pain, so I keep a smile

Public conversation got you touchin' clouds
Popped the wrong pill, hit the wrong dial
Ain't no visitation, waitin' for the trial
Took my last name, this ain't 'bout the child
Real classy Jazzy, when don't do no trollin'
Gotta treat you like you dead when you playin' bogus

See, Pluto, you my brother, gotta stay focused
Sometimes I get in my feelings, too, I wish I wore a Trojan
They tryna go viral off of DMs, that's why I'm antisocial
I'm just tryna teach the killers not to use emotion
I got a whole bitch, don't think about my old bitch
I'm just tryna live my life and catch this moment

I can't go to sleep, I'm paranoid
And there's way too many homicides
Bought a hundred guns, got my niggas slidin'
Fuck the bitch once, now she wanna cry
Snitches told the feds, I had an alibi
Brokenhearted, fuck my bitch every night
I don't know her name, she wanna have my child
Laughin' to the bank, got me runnin' wild
Numbed to the pain, so I keep a smile

We ain't even get no sleep 'round this shit
You make a temporary decision
That caused permanent pain
Shit ain't goin' nowhere (I can't go to sleep, I'm paranoid)
(And there's way too many homicides)
That hood mentality feel like you can go through anything, nigga
(Bought a hundred guns, got my niggas slidin')
(Laughin' to the bank, got me runnin' wild)
(Numbed to the pain, so I keep a smile)


FUTURE

Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn, (born November 20, 1983), better known by his stage name Future, is an American rapper, singer, songwriter and record producer from the Kirkwood neighborhood of Atlanta, Georgia. After releasing a series of moderately successful mixtapes between 2010 and 2011, Future signed a major label deal with Epic Records and fellow American rapper Rocko's A1 Recordings, which helped launch his own label imprint Freebandz. Future subsequently began working on his debut studio album "Pluto ... Read More