Futuristic – Bedroom Bars Ep. 3 lyrics

[Intro]
Yo, yo, I'm back in the booth
The DJ Booth to be specific
It's normally bedroom bars but since
Since, you know, I jizzed all over my bed
I had to come somewhere else, ah

[Verse]
First of all, I'm the greatest out
To be Arizona, Futuristic made the town
I'm fading out, I get up on the stage and bounce
Shout-out to white kids filling up my bank account
My name announced, getting hella crazy now
You hating now, school boy, I came to clown
I'm aiming now
Anybody say a word and I treat them like Chinese 'fore I take them out, sheesh
I'm back with the vengeance, my flow is suspended, it's nothing but trouble
I'm stacking my chips like they Pringles, my pockets Kris Kringle and they 'bout to double
All of these dogs wanna bark but I got them a muscle
Calling the shots and you not in the huddle
I'm running the streets 'til my feet catching fire
Just like my name was Barney Rubble, sheesh
Who really want it with the kid though?
Spit sick from the lymph nodes
Went solo like Sisqó
Five days and I did six shows
Tryna catch a break like a wishbone
I been know what I was in for
Somebody need to read me my rights
All I do is right, started doing this at five
And a nigga have bars for my whole damn life, sheesh
And everybody tryna chase this dream
They got money, they got sponsors, they got everything they need
I swear to God, this shit is only me
I had a vision, I could see it wouldn't let me get no sleep, no
But when you make it though, this shit ain't what it seems
Jealousy and envy, plus some scattered pussy inbetween
Lotta friends and lotta family that you don't get to see
Make you question, "Is this who you wanna be?", I think so
Freestyle but my style ain't free
Versus how with the rhymes, one style ain't me
I got drive, now these niggas wanna valet me
I been on my fucking toes like a bellet team
Sixteens ain't cheap from me
Easily a beast like Sarina B
With the rack in the grill but arena, señoritas bring the heater and watch me ABC, I ball, nigga
The album is coming, get ready for summer, I rise in the spring time
With the team throwing peace signs, WTF Gang, C-Side, winning bitches, knee highs
And rip Levi's, never fall time, getting tree high, Futuristic make a nigga rewind
Treat a knee dime like an L, put her in the wall and I hit from behind and do it
Getting loose like a toothed trowel
Ruthless dropping in the DJ Booth
Never had a song on the radio, still more popping then you niggas, DJ Who?
Shits, nigga, I could give two
I do everything that they said I couldn't do
May twelfth was the date things changed
Why would I lie when I'm the truth?

[Outro]
Yeah, sheesh
WTF Gang, shmang shmang, pow pow
Hide your kids, hide your wife
They raping everybody out here
Onlyfuturistic.com
Bedroom bars, studio bars, ugh
I'm 'bout to order a pizza, nigga