FUTURE

FUTURE - I Serve the Base

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(Intro x4)

I serve the base I serve the base

(Verse)

Ya would fuck a rich niggas for the fame, won't ya?

Ya would give that pussy up to a lame, won't ya?

Like a old school, I redid the frame on ya

I got my old shootas wit me and they land on ya

Word to them niggas at the six

A whole lot of lean, my nutrition

They shoulda told ya I had the drank on me

They shoulda told ya I brought the bank wit me

They shoulda told ya I keep that molly on me

They shoulda told ya I got that stick wit me

Ya the one who ducking from a drive by

My niggas unemployed selling bye bye

I serve the base, I serve the base

I serve the base, I serve the base

I keep a shooter wit me like Malone

I fuck around and did it on my own

Come and fuck wit me baby, I'm a franchise

Molly and them xans got me aggravated

The hundreds and 'em fifties, get 'em separated

Put them hundreds and them hundreds, yeah we segregated

They tryna take the soul out me

They tryna take my confidence and they know I'm cocky

Fuck anotha interview, I'm done wit it

I don't give a fuck about a ho, I let a young hit it

I play the games of the thrones wit ya

I can't change, I was God-given

Tryna make a pop star and they made a monster

I'm posted wit my niggas, let the champagne flow

A nigga was depressed now my mind back healthy

A product of them roach in 'em ashtrays

I inhale the love on a bad day

Baptized inside purple Actavis

(Hook)

They should've told ya I was on the pill

They should've told ya I was on the Lear

I serve cocaine in some Reeboks

I'm full of so much chronic, need a detox

I serve the base, I serve the base

I serve the base, I serve the base

(Verse 2)

They should've told ya I'm was just a trap nigga

I'm in the white house shooting crack niggas

I gave up on my conscience got to live wit it

This remind me when I had nightmares

These bitch want to be here, they be right here

They should've told ya I'm was just a trap nigga

They should've told ya I was gon' lap niggas

They should've told ya I was ovaseas

Say yo last words, can't breathe

They sent the ghetto bird out to peep

They finally did admit it, I was cloned

Becuz I was ambitious, now I'm on

Five in the morning on the corner rolling stones

I just work for money, I count it on my own, fuck

(Hook)

(Outro)

Ya the one who ducking from a drive by

My niggas unemployed selling Popeyes

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