Futuristic or Die Futuristic

[Chorus (x7)]
It's Futuristic or die, nigga

[Verse 1]
Futuristic or die, no lie
Nigga fuck with the gang or get hanged by your own tie
Skydive with no parachute
I dare a nigga or his crew to ever say he so fly
Did it by myself, know why?
Independent nigga with a really cold mind
Hit the goal line
When it's showtime I show out, it's sold out
Lyrics, everybody knows mine
Snow White don't kiss hoes just bros
Niggas couldn't see me even if they on they tiptoes
Crisp flow so cold that my lips froze
Never took shortcuts, niggas using CliffsNotes
Been broke for a minute should forget it
I'm living off of this music, I swear to God I'm a young Sean
WTF gang apparel had a Rocawear so I said I'm never sporting Sean John
Get it, got it, good
I ain't in the hood
I'm riding around and I'm getting it with white friends
They see the kid, reckon that's what I did
I swear that I get it in til the motherfucking night end
5'5 but I'm 9'6
Kids looking up to me because they see how I rhyme with it
I took my time perfected my only passion
No spazzing when I be rapping man I’m so out of my mind with it
I be going berzerk
Ya’ll suck, I bet your knees hurt
Like teen mom’s you’re so dumb
I’ve seen your ass with [?]
Could you get any weaker?
I kill shit and don’t try
It’s Futuristic or bungee jump with dental floss and die