Future - Rocky lyrics

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Future - Rocky lyrics

[Hook] Getting to the money, hustle like I ain't got no money Even if I fall, I'm gonna land on a bed of hundreds I know something, mama's life will never flourish I swear to Lord, I just left the bank Hungry for more, wearin' designer galore Drink up to the floor, Rocky Balboa And I got this fight in me, Rocky Balboa And I'mma keep ridin' sh**, Rocky Balboa [Verse 1: Future] Give me a set of keys or a melody and I'll go crazy I'm blowin' trees in my fatees ain't no Fugazzi Even in them A1's I'm sure I got the same bipolar The super charger going stupid hard, now I'm pullin' up in the drops homie You ain't never been this high Good thing I got, I'mma own me a car lot Spit fire to the studio, just like a trap spot, I've been fly Ask cop guy, no lie Went from getting a house bust to bustin' a stadium Only take a day off, getting them Benjamins Runnin' this trick, I'm runnin' up in the mills It ain't low key and that's new lingo, new millennium I'mma spit a verse, I drew my 10 and i don't take this life for granted Blood sweat and tears ain't just happening I'm a free band n***a with a plan [Hook] Getting to the money, hustle like I ain't got no money Even if I fall, I'm gonna land on a bed of hundreds I know something, mama's life will never flourish I swear to Lord, I just left the bank Hungry for more, wearin' designer galore Drink up to the floor, Rocky Balboa And I got this fight in me, Rocky Balboa And I'mma keep ridin' sh**, Rocky Balboa [Verse 2: Future] With my back against the rope, selling dope, baking coke Child support, no support I still had hope, I always spoke Banished into existence I never lost faith, I kept my place Paper chase every day It's we sensei but it's why I stay And I go ape behind this cake I stay laced, look at my face I can't see you, money in the way I'm up to date in outer space A new regime, a brand new day I'm infamous, got lion trace What I'm tryna say I'mma keep that fire inside me til my heart decay Went from sellin' yay (so what?) To sellin' verses (true story!) The gift, the curse, I done been through the worst They let the real for real surface 100 million dollars is my only damn purpose [Hook] Getting to the money, hustle like I ain't got no money Even if I fall, I'm gonna land on a bed of hundreds I know something, mama's life will never flourish I swear to Lord, I just left the bank Hungry for more, wearin' designer galore Drink up to the floor, Rocky Balboa And I got this fight in me, Rocky Balboa And I'mma keep ridin' sh**, Rocky Balboa