I can't hear you (I am the future) I like it when you say my name Y'all gon' love me Feelin' it's about to get ugly Inject this dose of the future Tap
shit Got my feet up on you sofas, man I mean a hostess for my open hand You coming home to dishes and empty soda cans I got your bitch up in my Rover man I never kiss
'll sniff up Yo, bury that bitch, don't leave a scent for dogs to pick up Oh shit, yo I hear somebody coming From the upstairs bathroom where I hear
got my feet up on you sofa, man I mean a hostess for my open hand You coming home to beer shifts and there be soda cans I got your bitch in my Rover, man I never kiss
love you when they're playing games Still I gave my heart to you I should have stayed away Like my friends all told me to Every time I turn around I find my heart
gangsta, creepin' like a murderer Strapped while I roll on chrome Lookin' for the ones we at war with When we see 'em we gon' aim for your dome Hear
my lime I'm 'bout to get cash, and you can kiss ass Dipset got this shit up on smash This is Jim Jones, he's breezin' on chrome Ya best bet is leave
cos I be squezzin' that type of shit up out my pistol Don't talk that tone, if you ain't gon' spark the chrome you shook and ain't got no tests, starts
this here get this clear the general of the Roc in here Beanie Siegal hottest thing on the block this year, keep the ego We been bound to the top ya hear
my feet up on you sofas, man I mean a hostess for my open hand You comin' home to dishes and empty soda cans I got your bitch up in my rover man I never kiss
chicks wanna fuck and suck and suck? Get fucked and bust tonight? [Verse 1] Lex GS, Wide body, Remy VS Militants niggas see less, chrome spinnin' Got
that's wit' you Gotta push tha issue on the fools that dis you Whether pump or pistol when it's up in yo' gristle Hand yo' mama a tissue if I decide to kiss
try to judge my shit like Ed Koch Underground left and right pair surround sound can't be scared Plea the ams radio tapes that he jammed Golden chrome
I'm on the frontline Popping slugs with my dogs as we going down Still hold it ground boy You know what it is Hit him in the face with a death kiss Don
so many ways I dare not mention He keeps pullin' me in his direction I guess you were right all along I'm sorry, mama, so sorry, mama Chrome hearts,
man tryna wake up who cant wake up? Back guards face straight up with kinds of make up 'cause eveyrtime I run, scream, pop a 3-80 I hear a mother scream
her grave if I married a white chick But baby'll suck the chrome off the Chevy and shit Niggas be wearin' fake signs, I'm rockin' a lil' charm Thirty karats on the pinky, kiss
sun has opened up my eyes And I don't wanna leave your side for that lonesome road But here I go climbing back behind the wheel Fiffty feet of chrome