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letra de freaks & geeks (remix) - futuristic

[intro]
yo, i gotta be frank with y’all
all these other rappers f-cking suck
okay, leggo

[verse 1]
she told me that i spit it unlike anything she’s ever heard
she always keep my music with her like her favorite leather purse
when it comes to p-ssy, imma make that kitty wet her fur
but never make commitment, choose this music sh-t instead of her
if you are a rapper, please, step your freaking game up
cool kids in the building kicking out you lame f-cks
still pitching heat, so why would i ever change up?
flyer than ten pigeons, six kites, and eight ducks
n-gga, wake up, i’m clever, you don’t say much
ain’t talking ’bout her crying when i say these b-tches framed us
get the picture? i figured that you didn’t
lyrics over your head toupées and fighter missiles
shining like diamond crystals, busting like ninety pistols
my lyrics foul but these referees couldn’t find the whistle
i change the motive to game and you couldn’t buy a stencil
i don’t even smoke a lot but still i got a higher mental
designer tennis shoes with snaps in every freaking color
when it comes to fashion, y’all can’t see me just like stevie wonder
executive director, call me mister billy hunter
balling in this b-tch just like the oklahoma city thunder
i tend to wonder, how the f-ck i still ain’t blow up
but everywhere i go i see some fans already know us
they be like, “you’re cold as f-ck, and your live shows are nuts”
but my family keep telling me i need to grow up
like, “get a job zach, i think it’s time to give it up”
my stepmama be tripping, i’m like, “b-tch, i’m tryna live it up”
looking at these pages full of lyrics that i’ve written up
next to science notes that i’m taking out and ripping up
i don’t even give a f-ck ’bout subjects of these colleges
macroeconomics, physics, politics, and calculus
my mama make too much money for me to get a scholarship
but i ain’t lived in home for years, i guess they don’t acknowledge it
sh-t, i’m getting off subject, back to rappers
i swear that these n-ggas is weaker than my grandma’s bladder
not to put her on blast or nothing, but the lady p-sses her pants everytime that she is filled with laughter
i’m on a different chapter, that’s why they call me “future”
influential like gandhi, malcom, and martin luther
i’m still a sinning young n-gga that’s hit a lot of cougars
kinda wierd though like smoking some of that karma hookah
i’m not exclusive, see my music is everywhere
when it comes to p-rods, i don’t skate but i got every pair
if we talking ’bout the hood let’s not because i’m never there
but you can call me bone crusher, cause i’m never scared
you better get prepaired, cause this the takeover
watch the throne, i’m chilling like kanye and hova
out of this world flow, i’m spitting supernova
watch your head or i’ll call of duty your stupid soldier
so whatchu-whatchu-whatchu know about a headshot?
rappers like my kids and i’ve had them all outta wedlock
call me mister flintstone, i can make her bed rock
in this b-tch, getting more head than a dreadlock
chilling with my n-words, say it like a white kid
watch yourself, do the right thing spike did
superhero n-gga, i don’t need no f-cking sidekick
gambino is a beast but he ain’t k!lling sh-t like i did

[outro]
i tried to tell y’all n-ggas, i do this sh-t, for real, and when i, when i say that y’all n-ggas suck like, that’s how the f-ck i feel, y’all not f-cking with me, not at all, none of y’all, when i say none of y’all i mean none of y’all, not-not-not-not a one of y’all, over and out, duces, wtf gang

- futuristic

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