Video Ocean de Future 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

Future - Ocean Lyrics

I got another for these monsters lookin' and shit

Got a cousin I ain't seen in years, we came up sleeping on the same bed
And my main dog, Max warfare
His gun blowin', I was steady takin' niggas with 'em
Squad go on a rampage, seven hundred, block him, nigga
We gotta fill up this pain and ain't no comparing what made niggas feel
The homies are starving for pills, you starving for bodies, you ready go kill
Hide the Draco, the TEC match the the night is
Raising the kettle
Had the stylist coppin' me man, that loyalty
Take an Indy with all of my pesos
Had to pop me a bean, pour some Tris'
Took some niggas off that I forget
Hope the car don't catch up
Send the DA protect
Everything tens, forge some checks

My dog and we're still on a jet

Thought of my granny, my tears on my chest
Chilled with them killers since I was a jit
Niggas in trenches
Been here for twelve, addicted to steppin'
I know that gun that you rented to flex
I know they think I'm a fan 'cause it'll get tense
Ho leakin' my name, I might get her spent
I'm runnin' my hood from a whole 'nother state now
Saw him at the playground
I done ran up a check, I done bought me a cake now
I'll go buy a case now
All the shit I done did to come up out of state now

Plus a nigga get laid down
Back of that blue shit
Couple Cubans, some rocks and some new shit
Plenty hundreds, don't know what to do with 'em
I was happy my bitch got a new nigga
I'm a street nigga, I'll never be cool with 'em
Ho get out of pocket, nothin' to do with it
Plug you like a socket, kept it true with ya
(For Band, Band Gang)
So many tears, I could fill up an ocean
'Fore the fame came out, was already in motion
And some my young niggas leave niggas soakin'
Yeah, out of state, up the stairs coast in
Yeah, can't forget about Man, he was there before all this

Yeah, Uncle Snoopy got killed, he the reason I'm an artist
Yeah, I was posted on the corner, I was goin' my hardest
Yeah, walk you down in broad day, niggas know where my heart is
Yeah, on the yellin' out: 354 shit
Nigga, kick in your door shit
I was servin' my auntie when she was a dope head
Just to go and count dough, shit
And my shirt when I do this in focus
Nigga, feel my emotions
Get to trippin' on niggas, I know I'm the chosen
'Cause when I was the brokest
I go solo on a mission, a nigga get active