Cool, calm, collected
Verse 1
Chiller than Alaska, cooler than pimp
Higher than Rasta, fresher than the Prince
Some say he co*ky, 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 j**els 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 s**ers wrong is something that I do often