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[Verse 1]
I thought I might be better dead, but I was wrong
I thought everything could fade, but I was wrong
I thought I’d never find my place, but I was wrong
And where I least wanted to look, it came along

[Pre-Chorus]
I thought sex was at my pace, but I was wrong
I thought it mattered more I’d say, but I was wrong
I thought you were second place to every song
I thought you’d overstayed your welcome
I was wrong, power on, power on

[Chorus]
Have you ever coexisted (Power on)
So easily?
Let’s go home and talk shit about everyone
Let’s go home, finally

[Post-Chorus]
Will the waters ever still? That’s what I want
And with every inhalation I’m further up
‘Til I can only see the outline of the storm
From space I can see that I was wrong
Power on, power on
Power on
Power on
Power on

[Verse 2]
I thought I’d always have my way to come along
I thought the table’d still be laid, but you were strong (You were strong)
I thought that I could hide my face, but I was wrong
And where I least want you to look, you carry on, carry on

[Pre-Chorus]
I thought sex was at my pace, but I was wrong
I thought it mattered more I’d say, but I was wrong
I thought you were second place to every song
I thought you’d overstayed your welcome
I was wrong, power on, power on

[Chorus]
Have you ever coexisted (Power on)
So easily?
(Power on)
Let’s go home and talk shit about everyone
(Power on)
Let’s go home, finally

[Bridge]
Drop the pen on the mood that you’re in
Drop the pen on the mood that you’re in
Drop the pen on the mood that you’re in
Drop the pen on the mood that you’re in
If it feels like a home
Power on, power on
If it feels like a home
Power on, power on, power on
If it feels like a home
Power on, power on, power on
Power, power on
Power on, power on, power on
If it feels like a home
Power on

[Intro: Future & Lil Juice]
It ain’t no talk on this
You a bad lil’ bitch, don’t worry, ah
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Future]
Cartier diamonds, my mascot
Tell your main nigga he your ex now
Finna push up, bring your ass out
Where you come from? Where you from now?
I keep a bad thing on me, yeah, yeah
Dreads on me like Beijing, yeah, yeah
After this, right back to him, like an accident
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Future]
Came in a car, you gon’ leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came by myself, I’ma leave with your friends, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came in a car, and you gon’ leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Never met no nigga richer than me, I can promise you that (Hell yeah)

[Verse 1: Future]
I know you don’t want no scrub, no-no-no, no-no-no
Baby, this thuggin’ love, no-no, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Came up in the club, aw, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Tryna make some love, yah-yah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Ass like your mommy, know you won’t try me
Hop on the trolley just to see me
Came with nobody, leave with nobody
Reason you came, just to see me
Backstage pass with your ass out
You got no shame how you came out
Baby, I promise, I’ll respect game
Only thing that I can say is…

[Pre-Chorus: Future]
Cartier diamonds, my mascot
Tell your main nigga he your ex now
Finna push up, bring your ass out
Where you come from? Where you from now?
I keep a bad thing on me, yeah, yeah
Dreads on me like Beijing, yeah, yeah
After this, right back to him, like an accident
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Future]
Came in a car, you gon’ leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came by myself, I’ma leave with your friends, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came in a car, and you gon’ leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Never met no nigga richer than me, I can promise you that (Hell yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Future & Lil Juice]
Came in a dress, you gon’ leave in a mink, I can promise you that
(Promise you that, promise you that, promise you that)
Came in a dress, you gon’ leave in a mink, I can promise you that
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

[Verse 2: Future]
Permanent issues got me thinkin’ outside the box
They was sayin’ I was cocky, I don’t feel like I’m cocky enough
Yeah, he fuck you and I fuck you, I don’t wanna get caught carin’ too much
I can’t expect you to change when you did it for fame, yeah
I’m thinkin’ tropical, beaches and leeches, I’m thinkin’ private, oh
From the car to the jet, from the jet to the beach, got a million-some dollars on me
Got a milli’ on me with a Richard Mille on me, I’m the bigger homie
I don’t get no sleep, I made love on these corners

[Pre-Chorus: Future]
Cartier diamonds, my mascot
Tell your main nigga he your ex now
Finna push up, bring your ass out
Where you come from? Where you from now?
I keep a bad thing on me, yeah, yeah
Dreads on me like Beijing, yeah, yeah
After this, right back to him, like an accident
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Future]
Came in a car, you gon’ leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came by myself, I’ma leave with your friends, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came in a car, and you gon’ leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Never met no nigga richer than me, I can promise you that (Hell yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Future]
Never met no nigga flyer than me, I can promise you that (Promise you that)
Promise you that, promise you that, promise you that
Never met no nigga talkin’ to you when he fuck you like that

[Outro: Future]
I always wonder if she loyal (I always wonder)
I hope we on the same accord (Woo)
Let me fix all my rings
Let’s converse off codeine (Yeah)

[Intro: Future & Lil Juice]
Freebandz
Yeah, I’m the richest nigga out my city if you ain’t know
These hoes can hop on Spirit Airlines about it
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
I made it finessin’, I turned into somethin’ from nothin’, yeah
Made it through poverty, I’m the minority, you know my story
Hop on the jet off my property, I fly away
Fly, fly, fly away, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Copped me a presi’, yeah, yeah
Straight out the trenches, yeah, yeah
My niggas came with me, yeah, yeah
The riches, the riches, the riches, yeah
Rich nigga out of Zone 6, yeah
All of these hoes came with it, yeah
Audemars Piguets came with it, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
I was tryna fight temptation, yeah
Top gone, it’s on vacation, yeah
I’m not tryin’ to hurt nobody
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Count up the hundreds, I promise some patience
Give you some game, that’s slow motivation
We need the gas straight in the basement
Switch up the swag, switch up the bag
Niggas, they jockin’ my swag ’cause it’s fashion
I do it bigger than niggas imagine
Heard that bitch makin’ up rumors
She gave more head than a tumor
And I got facts, I can prove it, yeah, yeah, yeah
I got real rich and ain’t get no diploma
She think it’s somethin’ got to do with my mama
Well I can’t love her, like she need me
That’s what you get when you thinkin’ of marriage
Now I wake up and I fuck on a bad bitch
Drugs got me savage

[Bridge]
It’s so hard, it’s so hard, these Perkys keep me sad
All my dawgs, all my dawgs, found ’em locked up in the cage
We gettin’ paid, we so paid, move them bricks, then move on
Switch them bags, switch them bags, then move on, then move on

[Chorus]
Copped me a presi’, yeah, yeah
Straight out the trenches, yeah, yeah
My niggas came with me, yeah, yeah
The riches, the riches, the riches, yeah
Rich nigga out of Zone 6, yeah
All of these hoes came with it, yeah
Audemars Piguets came with it, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
I was tryna fight temptation, yeah
Top gone, it’s on vacation, yeah
I’m not tryin’ to hurt nobody
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Car full of bullets, ain’t findin’ no shooter
That’s what you get when you niggas delusional
I remember when they thought I was average
Now I wake up and I fuck on a bad bitch

[Outro]
I tried to fight temptations, yeah
Riches on riches on riches on riches on riches…
And I can’t lie, you… you sure had the first bust down Richard Mille I had seen in that form
(Ayy what it do, ayy what it do)
The first one
(Ayy, what it do)

[Intro]
The Wizard
Some things out of my control
Gotta stay in my zone
Know what I’m sayin’
I just told Richie we rich
Woo

[Chorus]
Sometimes I sit down, wrist on gold
I done made it without sellin’ my soul
Bad bitch layin’ down in a robe
Ask me how I made a mil’ and didn’t fold
Askin’ ’bout these VV’s, VV’s, drippin’
Keepin’ it cold, I’m so different, yeah
Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy
Couple real friends turned enemy

[Verse 1]
Different, I done customized the Bentley, yeah
Difference, I done fucked a few stars, yeah
Probably know a couple names on the list
Some you don’t know, they anonymous
Fluorescent but keep the jewelry on a miss
Never on the shelf, never on the shelf, yeah
I don’t need no stylist, I can dress myself (I don’t need a stylist)
Gotta watch the diamonds and they match the belt
Tryna give advice, need to help yourself
Tryna save me, need to save yourself
I can hear the hate even if I’m deaf
You childish, nigga, yeah, you childish, nigga
Jealous of my wrist and my diamonds
Jealous ’cause these hoes out here wildin’, yeah, yeah
They say I’m the one that inspired them, yeah, yeah
They say I’m the one that can excite ’em (You the one)

[Chorus]
Sometimes I sit down, wrist on gold
I done made it without sellin’ my soul
Bad bitch layin’ down in a robe
Ask me how I made a mil’ and didn’t fold
Askin’ ’bout these VV’s, VV’s, drippin’
Keepin’ it cold, I’m so different, yeah (I’m so different)
Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy (Feel my energy)
Couple real friends turned enemy

[Post-Chorus]
Brought my dices with me, had to skip class
Had to tell so many I ain’t comin’ back
Yeah yeah, I ain’t comin’ back
Yeah yeah, I ain’t comin’ back

[Verse 2]
Bitch went to the ‘Gram to write a book (Why she do that?)
Tryna steal the bands from me like a crook (Bands)
Don’t you judge me off mistakes I’ve made
Talk shit, gotta take it to the grave (For live)
Wrist rocky, talkin’ V-V-V’s
Bitches suckin’ out my energy
She’ll fuck my brother for the currency
Dawg ho, and these dawgs ain’t free
Never on the shelf, always fresh to death
I don’t need a stylist, I can dress myself
Drugs in my system, don’t play it fair
Bitches take advantage, know I need help

[Chorus]
Sometimes I sit down, wrist on gold
I done made it without sellin’ my soul
Bad bitch layin’ down in a robe
Ask me how I made a mil’ and didn’t fold
Askin’ ’bout these VV’s, VV’s, drippin’
Keepin’ it cold, I’m so different, yeah
Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy
Couple real friends turned enemy

[Post-Chorus]
Brought my dices with me, had to skip class
Had to tell so many I ain’t comin’ back
Yeah yeah, I ain’t comin’ back
Yeah yeah, I ain’t comin’ back

[Outro]
Askin’ ’bout these VV’s, VV’s, drippin’
Keepin’ it cold, I’m so different, yeah
Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy
Couple real friends turned enemy

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Ratchet shit
Shawty [?] popping out the cut, fat bitch shit
Shawty know why I’m tryna brack it, her butt fat as shit
Got an automatic under my jacket and I’m really what’s happening
I just popped a little [?] so I’m feeling fantastic
I’m like fuck it I’ma just go to work cause I’ve been in the bank like [?]
I buy lil bitch a Jaguar, I want me an Aston
Hood bitch with me I’m like NASCAR driver [?]
And I’m smoking [?] she giving head while I’m driving, I’ma fuck around and crash
I’m like fuck it I wanna smash right now, I’ma take her to the mansion
I told her I still wanna suck on her titties though even though they’re plastic
In that new shit I can self park the whip, I’m feeling Jurassic
And you know I pop out with a whip on my wrist huh, look at the dash
Got a bank account nobody know about, yeah I just fill it with cash
Everybody wanna fuck your sister, Stacey Dash
But it ain’t really cause of her face or her basic ass

[Chorus]
Up it, up it, up it, nigga up it
Nigga fuck it
I’ma count this bitch and up it
She gon’ up it
Bitch up it
Quick get to ducking
Fuck it, bitch up it

[Verse 2]
[?] lil racist ass
You used to be a fuck nigga so you tryna erase the past
You hating on me cause I’m a young nigga and I chase the bag
We ain’t smoking but [?] you think we laced the bag
I got my bitch a Chanel bag, caught like twelve stacks
Running track hoes, fuck your [?]
And I’m a bad boy, I’m a bad influence
Tell a nigga what he gon’ do, make him fast forward
[?] keep that Mac, no Pro Tools
Keep that bag
Overheat that Mac
And I’m a star, check my [?]
You can’t see these hoes from afar
[?]
Word to my mom, word to y’all
Word to Allah, whoever your god
[?]

[Chorus]
Up it, up it, up it, nigga up it
Nigga fuck it
I’ma count this bitch and up it
She gon’ up it
Bitch up it
Quick get to ducking
Fuck it, bitch up it