Fyutch Don't Push Me
Cool, calm, collected
Verse 1
Chiller than Alaska, cooler than pimp
Higher than Rasta, fresher than the Prince
Some say he cocky, 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 jewels 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 suckers wrong is something that I do often
