Group Home

[Intro: Young Thug]

I cheated on my fears, yeah

I broke up with my doubts, yeah

Got engaged with my faith, yeah

And now I'm marryin' my dreams, yeah

[Chorus: Future]

I don't want it, don't want it if it ain't meant

I smell codeine when I piss

I'm on it, I'm on it, I can't forget

You can't cry over scars, this permanent

I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar

I adapted, immaculate, I'm goin' extravagant, hey

Say my new tone, earth tone, I can't do wrong

We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home

[Verse 1: Future]

Off the digital, no small talk, all decimals

Cain and Abel, both brains, one man, too impeccable

I talked to Jesus Christ on my worst day

He made me a millionaire, I'm talkin' to him every day

All my littles wonder if they can go out and escalate

I'll share all my bitches with you besides my main bitch

I left my past behind with new millennium

I left my heart in the streets, I'm imperial

Got to find time to manage my residuals

I deserve royalty, livin' in a castle

I'm hustlin', tryna make rent, you call the po-po on me

I'll pistol whip a J for three dollars, you better not owe me, yeah

I robbed a nigga in broad day like the first day I had Jakobi, yeah

He don't know I finessed him

'Cause the homies, they was 'bout to murder him

Went out the backdoor, took the blame

'Cause I knew T-Money was gon' blow out his brains

I'm back from the grave, I'm damn near insane

I sold so much coke, I got yayo still in my veins

[Chorus: Future]

I don't want it, don't want it if it ain't meant

I smell codeine when I piss

I'm on it, I'm on it, I can't forget

You can't cry over scars, this permanent

I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar

I adapted, immaculate, I'm goin' extravagant, hey

Say my new tone, earth tone, I can't do wrong

We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home

[Verse 2: Young Thug]

'Bout to WCW my bitch friend, I'm too wrong

Got a black four-five, forty, and FN, I don't do chrome

Fuck these niggas, I'm kickin' 'em out the loop, whoa

I just got a plain jane Patek and it's two-toned (Two, two)

I dress up like it's elastic (Yeah)

Twelve cartridge for these bastards (Yeah)

Swiggy swaggy, I'ma dabble (Yeah)

I got the checks in Cali (Cali)

I got my kids a Denali (Skrrt)

I bulletproof all the windows (And what?)

I'm bulletproofin' the mattresses (Blat)

Blue diamonds like an Avatar (Yeah)

Cut you off and dodge you like a fuckin' Charger (Charger)

I showed I liked her but I still didn't call her (Brrt)

I got back problems from gamblin' from the night to mornin' (Night to mornin', yeah)

You can fuck every one of my hoes except my main (My main bitch)

It's too hard to dedicate to you, I'm so scared of shame (Mmh)

I don't care to find out you was creepin' 'cause I'm doin' the same

Thing

My bitches temporary like stitches

You and your mama, your brother, your cousin ain't nothin' but bitches

Yeah

[Chorus: Future]

I don't want it, don't want it if it ain't meant

I smell codeine when I piss

I'm on it, I'm on it, I can't forget

You can't cry over scars, this permanent

I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar

I adapted, immaculate, I'm goin' extravagant, hey

Say my new tone, earth tone, I can't do wrong

We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home