Cool, calm, collected Verse 1 Chiller than Alaska, cooler than pimp Higher than Rasta, fresher than the Prince Some say he co*ky, head bigger than a blimp Cuz getting to this money is like a 6th sense What you know? Back before they thought that I would blow Patiently I bubble, quietly I grow Tried to get with honies but they all said no Ain't it funny how the money make em all say “oh!” Before I heard of Prada or ever copped purple I was certified nerd, swag on Urkel I had off brand shoes. Well you get what you pay for Well I Payless, thank you Mama now I look broke Ridiculed by them fools, they was hella rude But my grind in sight so its all good Now its different color diamonds in my neck j**els Counting my wealth saying, “Didn't I tell yall?” Chorus Yall been hating on the FYÜTCH for a long time. But I told you Ima get mine. I told ya Ima get mine, But in the meantime, Don't push me
Verse 2 Since I was a youngin, the world gave me nothing I done came from the dirt, I'm accustomed to struggling You can throw a couple shots but test me and I'm gunning I might be cool now but inside you hear me rumbling Nowadays you see me and you see material But do not get confused and think this what I do it for I am Future, I am prophet, oracle or something Got the Lex sitting on 20 inches purely for the stunting If I said it, then I done it, or its steadily coming While you haters laughed and judged him, I strictly stuck to hustling Getting paid is the mission, but humbly I get it Cuz the girls that want me now is the same ones that dissed him My history? I be keeping cool on the low Doubt me once doubt me twice, Future won't blow? Yea I never lost it but approach with caution Cuz proving s**ers wrong is something that I do often