[Chorus: Future]

I dedicated every damn thing to this

I had to take a loss so I could cherish this shit

Two-hundred pounds of kush, I'm tryna sell that shit

My 'migo said fuck it, he gon' mail the brick

Soon as I get my hands on it, I'ma sell them shits

Young Scooter makin' juggs on them bales and shit

And we ain't gotta talk about it, you can tell we rich

Everything we went through, man, I can never forget

[Verse 1: Future]

By the time I was seven, my Uncle Wayne was in prison

We used to take a trip once a month and go visit

My Grandma and my Granddad, yeah, they all suspicious

Just say no to drugs, hell nah I ain't listen

And loyalty is everything, I'll nevеr forget it

I keep my gun everywhеre I go, I'll never forget it

"And why your Sprite so pink?" I got Promethazine in it

"Why you drive your car nervous?" I got dope all in it (Let's go)

I custom made a cross from the money I made (Money I made)

Off them nickel bags of crack, I should’ve been in twelfth grade

I ain't make my auntie funeral, I ain't never forget it

I know she know I love her and I hope she forgive me

[Chorus: Future]

I dedicated every damn thing to this

I had to take a loss so I could cherish this shit

Two-hundred pounds of kush, I'm tryna sell that shit

My 'migo said fuck it, he gon' mail the brick

Soon as I get my hands on it, I'ma sell them shits

Young Scooter makin' juggs on them bales and shit

And we ain't gotta talk about it, you can tell we rich

Everything we went through, man, I can never forget

[Verse 2: Future]

I'm the nigga got your sister on the Mollies and shit

You can tell I act the same 'cause I acknowledge the bitch

I'm drankin' on my lean, I swear to God I would quit

My auntie was a fiend, I used to serve her a hit

I'm thankin' God today that she don't smoke it no more

I made so much fuckin' money, I put a safe in the floor

We got traps in every hood, I used to serve out the stove

I still own the chopper and the old .44

Stick 'em up, hit 'em up, get it and go

We got bags full of cash that we ready to blow

Hittin' licks every day, nigga go sell dope

Them Jewish lawyers and accountants, that's the life that I know

[Chorus: Future]

I dedicated every damn thing to this

I had to take a loss so I could cherish this shit

Two-hundred pounds of kush, I'm tryna sell that shit

My 'migo said fuck it, he gon' mail the brick

Soon as I get my hands on it, I'ma sell them shits

Young Scooter makin' juggs on them bales and shit

And we ain't gotta talk about it, you can tell we rich

Everything we went through, man, I can never forget