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no basic - future lyrics

[intro: future]
yeah yeah, yeah yeah
you gotta feel the pain of a kid in the ghetto
our hearts in the ghetto
yeah yeah yeah
turn it up a notch for the city

[chorus: future]
i do the maserati- no basic, no basic
gotta get that money like the 80’s and save it
we went through the struggle and waited, and made it
i can’t let not one of you betray me, betray me
i get exhausted off the red until i say ‘uh oh’
i get exhausted off the red, i don’t need no mo’
i promise i’ma blow the weave off this b-tch, n-gga
a million dollar, take a sneeze on a b-tch n-gga

[verse 1: future]
carbine 15, don’t you take it personal
shorty wanna swing? fine, n-gga. away, let’s go
let’s go
california dreams every single day we know
they gave me the game and i ran with it
took all the pain and i ran with it
took all the fame and i ran with it
i took a few losses and ran with it
i go to shop with a tear full
order that car and an audemars
i’m reminiscin’ about my past, yeah. i gotta go get the cash up
ten bales joints, i put a bird inside a porsche
she a bad b-tch, i put that -ss inside a porsche
got some mad k!llers with me ready to spray that torch
really, really really, we some dope boys

[chorus: future]
i do the maserati- no basic, no basic
gotta get that money like the 80’s and save it
we went through the struggle and waited, and waited
i can’t let not one of you betray me, betray me
i get exhausted off the red until i say ‘uh oh’
i get exhausted off the red, i don’t need no mo’
i promise i’ma blow the weave off this b-tch, n-gga
a million dollar, take a sneeze on a b-tch n-gga

[verse 2: future]
a hundred round magazine, don’t take it personal
we had some problems ‘fore this rap sh-t taken personal
you get so much money, your past start haunting you
so many foreign broads, and they all want that revenue
hey, i keep that dope boy knot on me. i keep one on me, yeah
rubberband banks, i f-ck that b-tch, she got one on me, yeah
saucy, drippin’ off me, got designer drippin’ off me, yeah
burn some dope up, roll some dope up
gotta smoke one, yeah
i caught a jugg at the car dealer
paid it right there on the spot for her
maserati truck, whoa whoa
f-cking thottys is a no-no
real n-ggas do it anyway
pop a pill, she a throw away
crack a seal then pour away
f-ck around, take the doors away

- future lyrics

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