Future, Babyface Ray - NO SECURITY lyrics

Yeah, Pluto aTL Jacob, ATL Jacob

I'm cut off from a different cloth
From niggas, that's a Fendi fact, yeah
And I'm strapped up with that mini-MAC, yeah
Yeah fuckin' up a ch-in-eck
I'm already millennium
Takin' pics with junkies and I'm
Ridin' 'round with Eminem
It's some robbers and killers 'round here
That's where I'm at
They make drug deals, pop pills
That's where I'm at
They got dog food 'round here
That's where I'm at
I'm the king of the trenches
No security guards (yeah, yeah, yeah)

We get triple in your town, nigga
That's wherе I'm at
Fuck around and grab a crib, shit
I'm never comin' back (Mm hmm)
It's a ruler on thе glizzy
Bag me up when I laugh
Man, these internet niggas never
Fucked with a bag (Nah)
Eleven in my pants, I can't even get it out
I ain't had shit, ask me how I'm livin' now
(Ask me)
I done, done, done it all, did a lot
(Did it all, nigga)
Watch him run, run just like Ricky
Spin the block (Shit)
Fuck it, niggas spin again (O oh)
Fear of God on me, I don't fear a man
(Fear of God) lot of niggas fumin'
They get up there on that stand
(Lot of niggas fumin') i been livin' toxic
Fuck one bitch then fuck her friends

I'm cut off from a different cloth
From niggas, that's a Fendi fact, yeah
And I'm strapped up with that mini-MAC, yeah
Yeah fuckin' up a ch-in-eck
I'm already millennium
Takin' pics with junkies and I'm
Ridin' 'round with Eminem
It's some robbers and killers 'round here
That's where I'm at
They make drug deals, pop pills
That's where I'm at
They got dog food 'round here
That's where I'm at
I'm the king of the trenches
No security guard

Big barbarian, nigga
Just check my body weight
I get first stab at these bitches
In and out of state
Ain't no trippin' off no twat
That I made very important
They launderin', they prayin' on you
They land on you, extortion
Good thing I was known
Finesse before I had anything
Good thing, I never played with sake
I played magazine
Posted on the block when the sunlight was up
Yeah hundred stacks of hard
They got my gun in the cut fendi on my body
Garment lookin' like a ninja
Play me like I'm Urkel, bitch
You know I'm 'bout to suspend her
I hold out my arm
You could tell I'm a winner
'Posed to live in Vietnam
I'm with all the hitters

I'm cut off from a different cloth
From niggas, that's a Fendi fact, yeah
And I'm strapped up with that mini-MAC, yeah
Yeah fuckin' up a ch-in-eck
I'm already millennium
Takin' pics with junkies and I'm
Ridin' 'round with Eminem
It's some robbers and killers 'round here
That's where I'm at
They make drug deals, pop pills
That's where I'm at
They got dog food 'round here
That's where I'm at
I'm the king of the trenches
No security guard

It's some robbers and killers 'round here
That's where I'm at
They make drug deals, pop pills
That's where I'm at
They got dog food 'round here
That's where I'm at that's where I'm at