[Intro: Futuristic & Michael Minelli]
Yeah, yeah
Hey everybody
It's your boy Futuristic, A-K-A at onlyfuturistic with my guy Michael Minelli, baby
Make sure you follow my guy at mrminelli, you know what I'm saying?
We on this twelve days of Christmas goin' crazy (Let's keep this thing goin', man)
Sheesh, yeah (Hit it)
Listen, okay
[Verse: Futuristic]
One more reason I'ma do this shit thoroughly
I want all my roses before the day that they bury me
Know that I'm a boss, ain't nobody gon' come and hurry me
I been through it all, there ain't nothin' out there that's hurtin' me
Always tryna help out my people and that's a rarity
When your karma good, you don't gotta have no security
Everything is facts and I say that all with a certainty
Always been the same, ain't no changin' me 'cause the currency, please
I'ma put them blueberries in the Raisin Bran
Fiber got me shittin' on 'em every time I play the jam
My listeners die hard for me like the Raiders fans
I don't ask questions at the shows but they raise they hand
Sick wit' it, I'm sick wit' it on [?] One
Still sip liquor then take shots like a handgun
I invented one-takes, all these niggas my damn son
Brought Minelli with me, I promise you'll be a fan of
Yeah, yeah
Hey everybody
It's your boy Futuristic, A-K-A at onlyfuturistic with my guy Michael Minelli, baby
Make sure you follow my guy at mrminelli, you know what I'm saying?
We on this twelve days of Christmas goin' crazy (Let's keep this thing goin', man)
Sheesh, yeah (Hit it)
Listen, okay
[Verse: Futuristic]
One more reason I'ma do this shit thoroughly
I want all my roses before the day that they bury me
Know that I'm a boss, ain't nobody gon' come and hurry me
I been through it all, there ain't nothin' out there that's hurtin' me
Always tryna help out my people and that's a rarity
When your karma good, you don't gotta have no security
Everything is facts and I say that all with a certainty
Always been the same, ain't no changin' me 'cause the currency, please
I'ma put them blueberries in the Raisin Bran
Fiber got me shittin' on 'em every time I play the jam
My listeners die hard for me like the Raiders fans
I don't ask questions at the shows but they raise they hand
Sick wit' it, I'm sick wit' it on [?] One
Still sip liquor then take shots like a handgun
I invented one-takes, all these niggas my damn son
Brought Minelli with me, I promise you'll be a fan of
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