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future - salute (mastered) lyrics

[intro]
yeah, ey
for real, for real
this for my young n-ggas grindin’, went stashed ’em a rollie

[hook]
i call the play like i’m john madden
i f-ck that b-tch in the steve maddens
pitchin’ the roc like i’m ty-ty
mixin’ the soda like hair dye
twist up some dodie, my n-gga, let’s twist up some dodie
this for my young n-ggas grindin’, went stashed ’em a rollie

[bridge]
i see your loyalty payin’ off
i see your grind been payin’ off
i see the dope, been payin’ off
i see the plug, been payin’ off
i went to work, they were layin’ off
lil shawty be popping them xans off
lil mama, she do it the best now
sucking that d-ck with no hands now

[verse 1]
my lil ride it bl–dy to [?], i told a young n-gga to stand down
pineapple phantom, promethazine on me, get loaded
i told you i’m ready to get it, my n-gga, i’m focused
i got way too much juice, n-ggas can’t hold me
b-tches can’t hold me, i’m juiced up with shorty
i’m whipping the ‘rari, or the new maserati
bust a jug in the west end at the parking lot
used to sell my crack at days inn, had it crazy hot
styrofoam cups, all i know is i get crazy mail
my partners on dust, they gon’ shoot up a whole stadium
i don’t trust your baby mama but we made a crazy film
and i smashed her last night on a lot of pills

[verse 2]
no mercy, no manners, no glory, no story, i’m very important
protect the sources, i was dippin’ the fork, i could jump in the porsche
when i jumped off the porch, i was selling that crack like that sh-t was a sport
i was running through bushes, jumping over fences, i gotta get ‘way from them narcs
hey, man i can never get ‘way from this art
they treat you like lord, they treat you like god when you beat the odds
none of my dreams was reality just a few years ago, homie was starvin’
this for my young n-ggas grindin’, went stashed ’em a rollie
i feel the weight on your shoulders, i need to blaze up the doja
you need to blaze up the doja, i gotta keep my composure
i gotta keep on goin’, come and lay with you early in the mornin’
and when the sun rise, i know it’s k!lling you
i ain’t down with you no more
you done caught feelings, you can’t take it no more
me coming through, smashing, leaving right back out the door
i could tell it’s somebody else you spending your time with
i’m just tryna find me somebody else i can grind with
you want me acting like a n-gga on some nine to five sh-t
ain’t tryna treat you like no side b-tch, but you my b-tch
diamonds on your ankle, baby, whoa
i been in the kitchen cooking all night

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