[Intro: Future & YG]

This shit breaking a nigga heart (Yeah)

The person they want a nigga to be (Where that shit go?)

This shit breaking my heart (The gang)

This shit you never see (10 Summers, yeah)

Mustard on the beat, ho



[Chorus: Future]

Yeah, skinny jeans on me with extendo

Hanging with them young niggas, flocking, pulling kick doors

Yeah, we was hanging at the bando

Fully loaded clip, went and snatched up a Benzo

Flew them Dracos out of LA on a PJ

And we taking off, no delay

No delay, we taking up the murder rate

Everything from chinchos to parquet



[Verse 1: Future]

Audemar baguette, have it tinted, better reli-lax

Money coming through, blue hundreds on impact

Married to the game, cop new pink stones

No new friends, cop five new phone

Aston money, need to be the right one

Double up my cups, ooh-ooh, pop one

Cop new drops, upper echelon

Hustlers dream to live lavish

In the middle of the night go to Saturn

Two-tone Patek, go spazzing

Ten brand new whips in traffic

No evidence, no lacking

Bentley routine, go re-up

Fully loaded magazine when you see us

It's a full time job tryna stay on point

Glock four-zero, hollow points, yeah



[Chorus: Future]

Yeah, skinny jeans on me with extendo

Hanging with them young niggas, flocking, pulling kick doors

Yeah, we was hanging at the bando

Fully loaded clip, went and snatched up a Benzo

Flew them Dracos out of LA on a PJ

And we taking off, no delay

No delay, we taking up the murder rate

Everything from chinchos to parquet



[Verse 2: Future]

Game chose me, I ain't choose this

Empty out the clip before you lose this

If your city on your back and your shoulder

You gotta rally, you gotta spray like a soldier

Vultures, they come with the territory

V12, your motor is mandatory

Whipping the soda, be cool, do the speed

Make it on Interstate 10 and achieve

This is not regular time, you gon' bleed

Came from the game, ain't no trust, pushing keys

From the cook up to the tour bus

You see how far ambition took us

We bring all the hood niggas with us

They non-believers, we made 'em believe us

From my block to your block, they love homicides

Looking like a foreign dealership outside, yeah



[Chorus: Future]

Skinny jeans on me with extendo

Hanging with them young niggas, flocking, pulling kick doors

Yeah, we was hanging at the bando

Fully loaded clip, went and stashed up a benzo

Flew the dracos out at LA on a PJ

And we're taking off, no delay

No delay, we're taking off the murder rate

Everything from chinchos to parquet



[Outro: Future]

Interstate 10

We risked it all to get it in

And we would risk it again

It's breaking my heart, with this currency throwin'

It's breaking my heart

It's tearing me up, what you're doing to me

It's tearing me apart

This greed and this envy, I don't know where to go

Don't know where to start