[Chorus (x7)]
It's Futuristic or die, n***a
[Verse 1]
Futuristic or die, no lie
n***a f** with the gang or get hanged by your own tie
Skydive with no parachute
I dare a n***a or his crew to ever say he so fly
Did it by myself, know why?
Independent n***a with a really cold mind
Hit the goal line
When it's showtime I show out, it's sold out
Lyrics, everybody knows mine
Snow White don't kiss hoes just bros
n***as couldn't see me even if they on they tiptoes
Crisp flow so cold that my lips froze
Never took shortcuts, n***as using CliffsNotes
Been broke for a minute should forget it
I'm living off of this music, I swear to God I'm a young Sean
WTF gang apparel had a Rocawear so I said I'm never sporting Sean John
Get it, got it, good
I ain't in the hood
I'm riding around and I'm getting it with white friends
They see the kid, reckon that's what I did
I swear that I get it in til the motherf**ing night end
5'5 but I'm 9'6
Kids looking up to me because they see how I rhyme with it
I took my time perfected my only pa**ion
No spazzing when I be rapping man I'm so out of my mind with it
I be going berzerk
Ya'll s**, I bet your knees hurt
Like teen mom's you're so dumb
I've seen your a** with [?]
Could you get any weaker?
I k** sh** and don't try
It's Futuristic or bungee jump with dental floss and die
[Chorus (x7)]
It's Futuristic or die, n***a
[Verse 2]
It's Futuristic or OD
I am not your homie, n***a
The one and only so please don't act like you know me
I'm the truth you ain't nothing but a phony n***a
You say you cold bro show me, n***a
Your chick wanna blow me, n***a
I've been rising from the bottom I got ‘em
I be the hottest on top you below me, n***a
Ya'll cracking me up
I try not to say sh**
All I do is let my damn talent show
You on stage with a whole bunch of lames cuffing the mic looking like a high school talent show
Let my talent grow
I'm the one taking these hits ain't that a b**h
f** the n***a who made it, most underrated
No debating, I'm slaying your operation
You so famous and I ain't even made it, n***a
I'm not hating or maybe I am
There's some things I just don't understand
Elementary lyrics that you be spitting I'm not really feeling
So please tell me how the f** you got fans
I was in the band crowd surfing in the stands
You rapping about the liquor and moving a couple grams
But I'm rapping about my life on this mic
How I do so nice so I can take care of all of my fam, n***a
Futuristic that young dude that's making moves without a thing to lose
Pay my dues and I bang a thing or two in this f**ing booth
That's all I do
Ask about it in the future that's all I knew
See the benefits but I do it all for you
Or die be the line and all that's true
[Chorus (x7)]
It's Futuristic or die, n***a