NO SECURITY Future (Ft. Babyface Ray)

[Intro: Future]
Yeah, Pluto
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob

[Chorus: Future & Babyface Ray]
I'm cut off from a different cloth from niggas, that's a Fendi fact, yeah
And I'm strapped up with that mini-MAC, yeah, yeah
Fuckin' up a ch-in-eck, I'm already millennium
Takin' pics with junkies and I'm ridin' 'round with Eminem
It's some robbers and killers 'round here, that's where I'm at
They make drug deals, pop pills, that's where I'm at
They got dog food 'round here, that's where I'm at
I'm the king of the trenches, no security guards (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
We get triple in your town, nigga, that's wherе I'm at
Fuck around and grab a crib, shit, I'm never comin' back (Mm-hmm)
It's a ruler on thе glizzy, bag me up when I laugh
Man, these internet niggas never fucked with a bag (Nah)
Eleven in my pants, I can't even get it out
I ain't had shit, ask me how I'm livin' now (Ask me)
I done, done, done it all, did a lot (Did it all, nigga)
Watch him run, run just like Ricky, spin the block (Shit)
Fuck it, niggas spin again (Ooh)
Fear of God on me, I don't fear a man (Fear of God)
Lot of niggas fumin', they get up there on that stand (Lot of niggas fumin')
I been livin' toxic, fuck one bitch then fuck her friends