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futuristic, b martin & thorb - lil' homie lyrics

(verse 1: futuristic)

yo
i’m a nice guy, don’t make me slide you (for real)
i’m just doing me, so homie, i don’t mind you (i don’t)
you think you sl!ck? got people that’ll find you (that’s true)
and do it for the bag, something like a drive+thru
mmm
that’s fresh meat, player
they’ll make you ground chuck, get some fresh cleats, player
i accept the cookies, but it ain’t sweet player
well connected in my city, i’m something like the mayor
i’m the bearer of bad news, embarrassing fact
ain’t nevеr heard of you, n0body really care whеre you at
you mad at me? why? ’cause you sit and stare at the stats?
you can’t tackle my accomplishments and carry ’em back
i’m me
double the batsh+t they all got against me
i stack up my chips, and i leave they bag empty
all of that yappin’ don’t really offend me
you should focus on you, homie, you never been me

(chorus: futuristic)

so you can focus on you, lil homie! (lil homie!)
you should focus on you, lil homie! (lil homie!)
you should focus on you, lil homie! (lil homie!)
don’t worry ’bout what i do, lil homie!
wassup
(verse 2: b martin)

b martin
before you go out there and criticize
look up in the mirror, make sure you epitomize
a picture perfect+er version of who you idolize
otherwise, you’re prolly just as bad as the other guys
all that resentment is a reflection
instead of dealing with trauma, you yielding it as a weapon
unhappy with your direction, you love the path that i’m heading
so you hating therapy, i believe they call that projection
you should focus on you
life sucks bro, put the onus on you
instead of telling everybody else what to do
jordan peterson, dawg, you should clean your own room!
hehe
yeah i name drop psychologists
’cause if your brain stays in the same spot, you’re powerless
past in the past, the present is on you
futuristic, you should tell ’em who to focus on, dude!

(chorus: futuristic)

lil homie!
come on, come on
yeah, that would be immaculate
got ’em moving back a bit
i could make a milli prolly selling my ej+cul+te
flow is really silly, it’s ironic how you jackin’ it
i’m hopping on a track, and it’s iconic how i’m lapping it
i’m too hot
your girl is a tube sock
man you’re running out of time, all it took me was 2 toks
i’m the fore man, beforehand, baby that’s 2 clocks
if this nickelodeon, then i’m drake and you josh
lil homie, i never been lonely
got ’em moaning in soprano, i k!lled it like tony
catch the [u after periods, i call em zamboni]
you believe this? prolly not
i’m going revis on an island like coney (swear to god!)
ooh, talk about a spectacle
heard your whole tape, and not a single thing respectable
rapping with a gun, but heard the metal not detectable
i’m at a war, the matador, the way i check the bull
get it?
wouldn’t wanna be ya
i’m here to make it “boom”, talking onomatopoeia
i do it every day, yeah
really been my forte, but i ain’t buy a kia
know i’m quick with the sh+ts, man, the flow dia+ (ew)
yeah, you’re caught up
gang getting sawed up
four letter acronym bout every time i’m getting brought up
now they get they guard up
you don’t know me, then ask your daughter
i oughtta get back to the slaughter
my pen game dummy, give a d+mn what you think, though
running squid game, i ain’t running out of ink though
way i left off is like the left side of sinks though
i really fold y’all before i ever seen a wrinckle
i’m on my way
to the peak of the peaks
the more they talk, man, the cheaper the seats
i eat the food, then the crumbs, only leave ’em with grease
these boys cheeks, while they girls never send ’em the peach
sheesh!

- futuristic b martin thorb lyrics

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