Future - JUST THE BEGINNING lyrics
Future [Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Future - JUST THE BEGINNING lyrics]
The streets signed me (Taurus, Taurus)
I gotta remind you, I never liked you
In the streets, nigga i love you
Streets turnin' boys into men
Take several down, lock it in
Got a stash spot in Lauderdale
Pay you off before I shot and kill
Drive them up the trenches, it ain't fair
I throwed 'em away, didn't give it one wear
I met her on sight, she got clapped
I was playin' with a check before I rapped
Treatin' this music like I'm sellin' keys
Off the thermometer, one thous' degrees
Young nigga 'round me, slimey and greasy
I bought her diamonds, she keep it a secret
Knock your shit down
You know I'ma agree with it
Take off flyin', goin' off a G6
I got that cooler with me when I'm whippin'
Rollin' with demons when I'm in your city
Couple of pink toes gettin' nasty
Send all the Fentanyl to Cincinnati
Gone on a mission
Niggas ain't really havin' it
Like I got a fishin' rod, that bitch bite
Whole lotta racks on me be precise
Lil' one gon' whack somethin'
When they bitin'
We been on demon time, say I'm nice
Ain't been gettin' no sleep, I'm outside
Kick down the doors in some Dior Dior
Put double numbers on the billboards
I take the flowers, we gettin' awards
Too many shoot-outs, I was paranoid
Young nigga poppin' off anywhere
Catch up and spray, nigga, anywhere
I gotta make sure I ante up
'Cause, I'm in touch with the mob
A goonie ready, yeah, she anywhere
Jada finish up the job
But to the hood I'm a god
I did residentials, I was loitering
Just another product of poverty
Hit them niggas up, no recovery
I had Benjamins, Frank callin' me
Got them demons with me, ain't no argument
Swappin' out my pain with Givenchy
Forever wish death on all my enemies
The minute I was born, I was sinnin'
Chasin' a hundred billion
That's just the beginnin'
Streets turnin' boys into men
Take several down, lock it in
Got a stash spot in Lauderdale
Pay you off before I shot and kill
Drive them up the trenches, it ain't fair
I throwed 'em away, didn't give it one wear
I met her on sight, she got clapped
I was playin' with a check before I rapped
Streets turnin' the boy to
A millionaire, ayy, yeah
Took all the struggle from the game
And it got me here
Drinkin' on muddy, smokin' herb
By the pound, ooh, ooh
Wish I could fall in love
But she been ran through who the flyest?
Ain't no goin' back and forth
Ain't no debatin' with me
Keepin' the drum on me
Gotta keep fifty brothers for my many men
These streets they prepared a
Nigga for everything
Everything I ever wanted in my life
I hustle and I'm grindin' up to earn it full
For the Bugatti, sign me up
Charge one thousand just to line 'em up
Line it up
Oh yeah (Oh yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
Young nigga pop (Young nigga pop)
Catch up and spray (Catch up and spray)
I gotta make sure I aim
(I gotta make sure I aim) woo
Goonies ready to
Just the finishin' (Just the finishin')
Hood (Hood) pluto (Pluto)
Catch another b (Catch another b)
Hit 'em up (Hit 'em up) i call (I call)
I gotta remind you, I never liked you
In the streets, nigga i love you
Streets turnin' boys into men
Take several down, lock it in
Got a stash spot in Lauderdale
Pay you off before I shot and kill
Drive them up the trenches, it ain't fair
I throwed 'em away, didn't give it one wear
I met her on sight, she got clapped
I was playin' with a check before I rapped
Treatin' this music like I'm sellin' keys
Off the thermometer, one thous' degrees
Young nigga 'round me, slimey and greasy
I bought her diamonds, she keep it a secret
Knock your shit down
You know I'ma agree with it
Take off flyin', goin' off a G6
I got that cooler with me when I'm whippin'
Rollin' with demons when I'm in your city
Couple of pink toes gettin' nasty
Send all the Fentanyl to Cincinnati
Gone on a mission
Niggas ain't really havin' it
Like I got a fishin' rod, that bitch bite
Whole lotta racks on me be precise
Lil' one gon' whack somethin'
When they bitin'
We been on demon time, say I'm nice
Ain't been gettin' no sleep, I'm outside
Kick down the doors in some Dior Dior
Put double numbers on the billboards
I take the flowers, we gettin' awards
Too many shoot-outs, I was paranoid
Young nigga poppin' off anywhere
Catch up and spray, nigga, anywhere
I gotta make sure I ante up
'Cause, I'm in touch with the mob
A goonie ready, yeah, she anywhere
Jada finish up the job
But to the hood I'm a god
I did residentials, I was loitering
Just another product of poverty
Hit them niggas up, no recovery
I had Benjamins, Frank callin' me
Got them demons with me, ain't no argument
Swappin' out my pain with Givenchy
Forever wish death on all my enemies
The minute I was born, I was sinnin'
Chasin' a hundred billion
That's just the beginnin'
Streets turnin' boys into men
Take several down, lock it in
Got a stash spot in Lauderdale
Pay you off before I shot and kill
Drive them up the trenches, it ain't fair
I throwed 'em away, didn't give it one wear
I met her on sight, she got clapped
I was playin' with a check before I rapped
Streets turnin' the boy to
A millionaire, ayy, yeah
Took all the struggle from the game
And it got me here
Drinkin' on muddy, smokin' herb
By the pound, ooh, ooh
Wish I could fall in love
But she been ran through who the flyest?
Ain't no goin' back and forth
Ain't no debatin' with me
Keepin' the drum on me
Gotta keep fifty brothers for my many men
These streets they prepared a
Nigga for everything
Everything I ever wanted in my life
I hustle and I'm grindin' up to earn it full
For the Bugatti, sign me up
Charge one thousand just to line 'em up
Line it up
Oh yeah (Oh yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
Young nigga pop (Young nigga pop)
Catch up and spray (Catch up and spray)
I gotta make sure I aim
(I gotta make sure I aim) woo
Goonies ready to
Just the finishin' (Just the finishin')
Hood (Hood) pluto (Pluto)
Catch another b (Catch another b)
Hit 'em up (Hit 'em up) i call (I call)