Futura Free

[Intro]
Alright, hold on

[Verse 1]
If I was being honest
I'd say long as I could f*ck three times a day and not skip a meal I'm good
I used to work on my feet for 7 dollars a hour
Call my momma like "Momma
I ain't making minimum wage momma
I'm on momma
I'm on
Now I'm making 400, 600, 800K momma
To stand on my feet momma
Play these songs, it's therapy momma
They paying me momma
I should be paying them"
I should be paying y'all honest to God
I'm just a guy I'm not a god
Sometimes I feel like I'm a god but I'm not a god
If I was I don't know which heaven would have me momma
Let me run this b*tch
I'ma run it into the ground momma, the whole galaxy
God damn, f*ck these lames, they don't want none
f*ck these lames, they don't want none
f*ck these n*ggas
f*ck these n*ggas, they don't want none
f*ck these n*ggas
f*ck you n*ggas
f*ck me if I hated on you

[Verse 2]
I'ma stick around
I'm gon' let my nuts hang
n*gga you got some just like me don't you?
Or maybe not just like me
You know I'm Africano Americano
And even if you're half Japanese
Roots run deep
Family tree, throw a big shadow
Jamming to the rhythm
Tech company
Please gimme immortality
It's a face to face
I'm going rapidly
Fading drastically
Keep me high, Castrati
Punani fade the stress
Or pull the zip down
Wet your lips first
Bugatti left some stretch marks on that freeway
Lick the tip now
Smoke some'n
Marks on that freeway
They tryna find 2Pac
Don't let 'em find 2Pac
He evade the press
He escape the stress
La da da da da
La da da da da
La da da da da

[Verse 3]
I'll keep quiet and let you run your phone bill up
I know you love to talk
I ain't on your schedule
I ain't on no schedule
I ain't had me a job since 2009
I ain't on no sales floor
You say I'm changing on you
I feel like Selena
They wanna murder a n*gga
Murder me like Selena
You must ain't get the memo
I don't cut b*tches no more
But your b*tch my exception
Come get her outta my four door
I only got one four door
Remember when I had that Lexus, no
Our friendship don't go back that far
Tyler slept on my sofa yeah
n*ggas go back that far
I ain't smoked all year
This the last song so
I'm finna wipe that off
Tolerance is so low
Still smoke a whole 'gar
Ménage on my birthday
Tap out on the first stroke
Cause this ain't no work day
She don't give head anyway
Cuz what n*ggas say
That's what she tell her man
What a difference distance makes
n*ggas want fight in the streets
Now sh*t starting to make my hands hurt
Jay hit me on the email
Said I oughta act my net worth
Dog this is chess now, not fetch
I ain't runnin' for a n*gga
Ain't ran since track meet
That's the only time I ran from a n*gga
You could change this track now
Could've changed this b*tch a long time ago
Know and know
Know and know
Shout out to Hollygrove
I'm from that 7th though
Twins know and Lance know
Clark know and Matt know
sh*t went 180 on me
Please run that back though
Tucks til 24

[Skit]
You say some sh*t about me?
On God he grabbed me
Had this n*gga like...

[Silent Interlude]

[Outro Interview]
Mikey Alfred: Make sure you speak up
Ryan Breaux: Okay
Mikey: What's your name?
Ryan: Ryan
Mikey: Yo, aye be quiet. What's your name? What do you do? What's your first memory?
Ryan: The first word I learned to say or that I ever said
Mikey: What's the most amazing thing you've ever witnessed?
Unknown: Uh, hell no
Unknown: You're not gonna make it, are you?
Ryan: Friendship and how it controls the world
Mikey: Hahaha, alright, um, what three superpowers do you wish you had? They say they have to be...
Ryan: Flying, super strength...
Mikey: Alright, what's your name?
Unknown: Maybe we can get a little, a little bit, a little bit, a little bit
Ryan: I wish I could sleep without, like, being dead but forever at the same time
Mikey: Yo, what, what's, what's the... stop, stop, stop
Unknown: What you mean bro?
Ryan: ...and ships could fly. Buildings would be very, very tall and everyone won't...
Unknown: That's f*cked up
Mikey: Okay, start over right now. Best thing about being me is I got a nice set of frames, pretty clear mind I feel like sometimes
Sage Elsesser: Probably, uh, being great
Ryan: I think a lot, a lot, too much. Sometimes I'm very...
Mikey: Talents, got any secret talents?
Ryan: I don't think so, I'm pretty open and all in everything that I do
Sage: Talents? Um, I can play the theremin... Probably, uh, probably Tyler, his life seems pretty awesome. No, actually, no, f*ck him. Um, I don't know. Probably Dill 'cause he doesn't have to do anything at all, just sits inside his house
Mikey: What's your name?
Sage: Sage Elsesser
Mikey: What do you do?
Ryan: I play soccer and I go to school. Um, I wanna be better at skating
Unknown: It's probably... really high. It's super high, I tried to land, like, a handstand or something
Mikey: Alright, that's it...
Sage: I spend a couple hours with my family and I go out and do everything that I ever thought about trying
Mikey: How far is a light year? How far is a light year?
Unknown: A second