Future - Fukk A Interview

Yeah, we did it Freedom of speech Right on, right on Yeah, God bless Yeah, power to the people Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, we did it

Broke ain't go through the door, we all done burned off fed papers Paid an M off to the judge, I'm steppin' in alligators

A hater, a traitor, ready to go on a caper Soon as I came up off them bails, niggas was callin' me Slater Sleepin' in Mexico, I was servin' dope out a hotbox Perfect Monte, hard top, cookin' white sauce Who havin' acid count? Who got the whole trap hot?

Candy coated, Pluto goldie, bitch can't leave me

Go skeezer, I'm jumpin' on jet with the Visa Rollin' on reefer from the beaver, I'm a achiever Sucka so geeked up, I'll post you up with tweezers Pluto was hustlin' elementary before I was famous Pluto presidential, blick on me just like a gangster Know I go out my bag, ain't got never cash in

Rocky, Rocky, Rocky, I can vibe 'bout it ASAP, ain't with none of the 'bout

Drug money with the odor, Pluto smell like coke now Libertyloca, joker, I could fuck your ho now

Got that blade on me, that's a cutter, I'm ready to cut a nigga Layin' in the grass like a snake, I'm ready to slime a nigga Put out that murder zone, I'm king and shit on that demon shit I can't say no names no more, my dog got ten or more Cartel pullin' up on me, I'm not the average Joe I was born in Zone 6, nigga, I tote my own stick Coolin' off in Eliantte, I got heat Hundred chains on, the first nigga put my hood on Speak my name wrong, blew an M, throwin' a ring on Partners changed on me, China White, Hong Kong

Talkin' Chinese What you doin'? Talkin' Chinese

Love when flippin', Jackie Chan Gangland, who don't respect the gang tags? Jack is nine, I'm back to dope like fast food Can't sugarcoat this shit for interview