Red Leather

[Intro: Future]

So you thinkin' that you gon', I ain't gon'

Speak from my heart, you know what I'm sayin'?

I'm one thousand

Yeah

[Chorus: Future]

I done turned a dancer to a trophy

I done balled with rings like Kobe

Never send a tweet with emotions, uh

She heard I sip lean, she got emotional

Codeine got my heart like opium

I can feel her heart beatin' when I'm huggin' her

Take me back to Kingston to see my ancestors

Pissin' on your grave in some red leather

[Verse 1: Future]

Turbo Panamera, the seat bird feathers

Keep La on mе like Carmelo

Don't lie to mе, I'm on God levels

Forever's not long enough

If it's endless, what we doin'?

Either you a rebel or what we doin'?

Toast codeine, trap stars, what we doin'?

A few remain nameless deserve my dedication

I just want my movement like Larry Davis

Came from Amsterdam, had my head up

Screenshot bitches got me fed up

Playin' with the white for green like a Celtic

She ain't tryna share me, she thinkin' selfish

I just bought my young bitch some new Rosettas

Went to Tokyo, I had to hit the ghetto

Like to kick it with her 'cause she play soccer

Introduced her to some goons, nigga, and some robbers

Now she want that Bentayga and it's obvious

Real patience for them big faces and I got it

Still faded from the last night off molly

The ones work at Magic, work at Follies

I just left Onyx and caught a body

Fuck your wife at the back of King of Diamonds

Turn me on, she don't care I put my thumb in

Leave me all alone, I'm throwin' a party

How I'm gon' have commitment in this world of sin?

Try my best to love you in this world we in

Take another look at every foreign I'm in

End up with the bitches that I started with

I must've been on a pill when I recorded this

Had the stick in my hand while I was typin' it

I know I'm arrogant, but don't be trifling

I iced out you once and you got iced again

These guitars sound like Parliament

I just blowed a check, baby, pardon me

All-black trim, dark burgundy

Keep it real with me, no perjury

Put them bags on her arm like weighed sand

Saks Fifth Avenue, she ran through eighty bands

Got your passport ready, we some aliens

Got my transporter up out my radius

Got my transporter, whip Mercedes-Benz

I could never give up on what we had

Abracadabra, make my side bitch better

Chanel trench, pussy taste like pineapple

I'ma stay down with you, but don't give me a headache

Lifestyle's radical, please excuse the medies

California housing, gettin' better with my veggies

Audemars, Richard Mille came in a FedEx

Smash her like a grudge that I ain't never gettin' deaded

Sippin' on mud while I'm lookin' at my presi'

Presidential tints in the back, I done made it

Bitch, you better stay on your shit, you gettin' graded

Take you to a spa in Saint Barts, is you ready?

Whip the double-R with the stars in the headrest

Caught up with these broads, baby, did I change the address?

Times got hard and I fucked off your lashes

Everything real, I got my gold veneers added

Motherfuckin' addict, but I will rock a Patek

If your love was a drug, maybe it would be acid

I know I lost your trust, but I made you relapse

I gotta be on a pill to tell you how I'm feelin'

I tippy-toe and I dance with the devil

I'll take a whole boat out to Bahamas

Shawty ride for a real one like a gunner

[Chorus: Future]

I done turned a dancer to a trophy

I done balled with rings like Kobe

Never send a tweet with emotions, uh

She heard I sip lean, she got emotional

Codeine got my heart like opium

I can feel her heart beatin' when I'm huggin' her

Take me back to Kingston to see my ancestors

Pissin' on your grave in some red leather

Pissin' on your grave in some red leather

[Interlude: Future & J. Cole]

Forever's not long enough

If it's endless, what we doin'?

Toast codeine, trap stars, what we doin'? (Yeah)

[Verse 2: J. Cole]

Pluto got twenty girlfriends, damn, I'm doin' it wrong

Cut off all my hoes, now I'm only puttin' you in a song

Day one, shawty been with me from the playground

Hey now, maybe that's the reason I was playin' 'round

Runnin' like a chicken with his head cut off

Through the streets where the freaks love the red leather

On my shoulder blades, in my older age

See the error of my ways, but I'm still not totally over all the temptation

Why does sin give you all the sensation?

Yeah, I'm with Future up in Onyx just wastin'

A lot of money on a stripper education

Throw so much paper that we causin' the inflation

Now it's late and I'm gettin' impatient

Might run a train on a bitch, Penn Station

Nah, I'm playin', I'm just lit, gettin' wasted

And she whisper in my ear she wanna taste it

Damn, you makin' it hard for me

But I'm stayin' strong, I got authority

Willpower, when I dub a baddie, I feel power

Me and Astro 6'4", we the Twin Towers

Twin Glocks with the switch piece that extend shots

It's a metaphor for the boy when you in proximity

I can't stop right now, they gon' remember me forever

My stories more clever, my similes was better

My energy was never on some toughest nigga shit

I was just a conscious rapper that would fuck a nigga bitch

I was just a college nigga from a rougher premises

Kept my nose out the streets, but I love to get a whiff

Of the action, with risk comes attraction

The blicks get to blastin', I turn into a track star

Wanted all the hoes, what the fuck you think I rap for?

I been tryna slang the same wood since Hacksaw

Jim Duggan, runnin' through the Ville in my Timbs, thuggin'

Now I'm with Young Metro in the V.I.P., bitches incomin'

Coppin' all this liquor for these hoes like we McLovin

Thinkin' to myself, "Could I really be with one woman?"

Hmm, I think so

But it's hard when you with your dogs at the freak show

Thinkin' I could bag Rubi Rose with a keystroke

Ego, ask yourself is that gon' bring you peace, though?

[Outro: Future & J. Cole]

(Shit, I don't know)

Forever's not long enough

If it's endless, what we doin'?

Either you a rebel, what we doin'?

Toast codeine, trap stars, what we doin'?