Keep on Shinin’ Future (Ft. Casino)
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[Chorus: Future]
100 racks, no diamonds
I don't know where my mind went
I can't tell what the time is, I just keep on shining
100 racks, no diamonds
I don't know where my mind went
I can't tell what time it is, I just keep on shining
I just keep on shining, I just keep on shining
I just keep on shining, I just keep on shining
I just keep on shining, I just keep on shining
I just keep on shining, I just keep on shining
[Verse 1: Future]
I just keep on grinding, stacking up my lumber
I just keep getting' money, I put that on my mama
Rackin' up them Benjamins, I blast off like Jetsons
Plugged in with the Haitians, I keep it real with my Mexicans
Belt by Ferragamo, shoes by Chanel
Cook that good dope and I can eyeball a bale
Crooked bitch, my Rolly, flooded my wrist is
Sauce on my shoe game, put sauce on my bitches
Audemar is stainless, ain't got no diamonds
Everything around me, just can't even stop shining
Shine like my young niggas
They ride with a hundred rounds nigga
On the court, no violence
But you ain't 'bout to take mine, nigga
100 racks, no diamonds
I don't know where my mind went
I can't tell what the time is, I just keep on shining
100 racks, no diamonds
I don't know where my mind went
I can't tell what time it is, I just keep on shining
I just keep on shining, I just keep on shining
I just keep on shining, I just keep on shining
I just keep on shining, I just keep on shining
I just keep on shining, I just keep on shining
[Verse 1: Future]
I just keep on grinding, stacking up my lumber
I just keep getting' money, I put that on my mama
Rackin' up them Benjamins, I blast off like Jetsons
Plugged in with the Haitians, I keep it real with my Mexicans
Belt by Ferragamo, shoes by Chanel
Cook that good dope and I can eyeball a bale
Crooked bitch, my Rolly, flooded my wrist is
Sauce on my shoe game, put sauce on my bitches
Audemar is stainless, ain't got no diamonds
Everything around me, just can't even stop shining
Shine like my young niggas
They ride with a hundred rounds nigga
On the court, no violence
But you ain't 'bout to take mine, nigga
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