FUTURE - Forever Eva lyrics
rate me(Intro)
Zaytoven! Yeah, on everythin'
La Familia, fo'eva
Future Hendrix, fo'eva
The Wizard, Fire Marshall, Super
(Hook)
I get that cash fo'eva, eva
I blow that $ fo'eva, eva
Ride in that coupe fo'eva, eva
Hang out the brain fo'eva, eva
Fuck all the fame fo'eva, eva
I get 'em racks fo'eva, eva
I get 'em racks fo'eva, eva
I rob 'em racks fo'eva, eva
Maison Margiela fo'eva, eva
I'm in designer fo'eva, eva
I'm in designer fo'eva, eva
Hell yeah fo'eva, eva
I sell them birds fo'eva, eva
I rep the hood fo'eva, eva
I rep the city fo'eva, eva
I rep my city fo'eva, eva yeah
Fo'eva, eva, eva, eva
Fo'eva, eva, eva, eva
Yeah, that's my bitch fo'eva, eva
The luv that we got is fo'eva, eva
I got ya back fo'eva, eva
(Verse)
I hit the lot wit them racks on me
I went to court wit that pack on me
I had that weed & that molly on me
I pour that lean by the gallon gallon
I got sum' rings & they mellow yellow
Put twenty five bitches in Margiela
My heart in the ghetto, it's permanent
I'm stuck in the trenches, it's permanent
I swear I be hearin' my granddaddy talk
'Stack up the mills, that's right, my nigga'
Rap fo' these niggas who'z loyal
They gave me away, I'm a orphan
Middle finga to my daddy, yeah
I had to get it, shout to Paddleyak
Pop a few shots on 'em, yeah, yeah
I lay and pull up in Bora Bora
I special neck all the strength fo' ya
I know the ways of 'em people
I seen the doubt in they' faces
Niggas ain't think I would make it
I did this shit, no limitation!
My sprayers, they no hesitation!
I keep on movin' that work
Then I pull of in a spaceship, right!
(Hook)
I get that cash fo'eva, eva
I blow that $ fo'eva, eva
Ride in that coupe fo'eva, eva
Hang out the brain fo'eva, eva
Fuck all the fame fo'eva, eva
I get 'em racks fo'eva, eva
I get 'em racks fo'eva, eva
I rob 'em racks fo'eva, eva
Maison Margiela fo'eva, eva
I'm in designer fo'eva, eva
I'm in designer fo'eva, eva
Hell yeah fo'eva, eva
I sell them birds fo'eva, eva
I rep the hood fo'eva, eva
I rep the city fo'eva, eva
I rep my city fo'eva, eva yeah
Fo'eva, eva, eva, eva
Fo'eva, eva, eva, eva
Yeah, that's my bitch fo'eva, eva
The luv that we got is fo'eva, eva
I got ya back fo'eva, eva
(Verse 2)
I had sum' dirt on my shoulda
I wiped it off like I was Jigga, man
That thrilla manilla, man
I growed up wit dealas, man
I worked in the cold wit that pole on me
& then I went straight to that bowl on me
That yola right there, on the stove
Stuff all that guala in shoe boxes
These bitches be luvin' my caterin's
I told 'er, on top I'm an alien
Survive the trenches wit wolves
I got it, I blew off the roof
Put two dolla chains on the coupe
Put change on yo head & you're done
I got ya hit up wit drug $
Aggravated by the bullshit
Tol' ya I ain't have a conscience
Fuck around & kill ya mo,ma
In them Maison's, I'm fightin' like Jason
That's Maison Margiela, ya follow me?
I be everywhere a dolla be
I done made it out the poverty
I can see 'em when they doubted me
No, they should've neva doubted me
(Hook)
I get that cash fo'eva, eva
I blow that $ fo'eva, eva
Ride in that coupe fo'eva, eva
Hang out the brain fo'eva, eva
Fuck all the fame fo'eva, eva
I get 'em racks fo'eva, eva
I get 'em racks fo'eva, eva
I rob 'em racks fo'eva, eva
Maison Margiela fo'eva, eva
I'm in designer fo'eva, eva
I'm in designer fo'eva, eva
Hell yeah fo'eva, eva
I sell them birds fo'eva, eva
I rep the hood fo'eva, eva
I rep the city fo'eva, eva
I rep my city fo'eva, eva yeah
Fo'eva, eva, eva, eva
Fo'eva, eva, eva, eva
Yeah, that's my bitch fo'eva, eva
The luv that we got is fo'eva, eva
I got ya back fo'eva, eva
