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Artiste : Future
Titre : Mismatch
[NAV]
Please don´t judge me by my past if I consider you my friend
I could show you how to turn a million dollars into ten

I was layin´ in the grass, I sniped a model and her friend
I can´t talk hot on the phone the situation that I´m in
I keep drivin´ home drunk and I keep fuckin´ up my rims
They just took my left hand, now I´ma live without a limb
We could have the same Carti´, shit look different through my lens

[NAV & Future]
Mismatch, I just did the Dior with the Prada
Big plaques walkin´ through my crib, I got a lot of
My block is hot, I walk through and I´m scared to step on lava
My lil´ homies proud of me and still be sellin´ product

I be flossin´, valet runnin´ to me when I park up
Took her shoppin´, got that girl a kit, it was a start-up
Expensive gas, they smellin´ my aroma when I spark up
Don´t take me simple, I´m the wrong tree that you should bark up (Yeah, Wheezy outta here)

[NAV]
Please don´t judge me by my past if I consider you my friend
I could show you how to turn a million dollars into ten
I was layin´ in the grass, I sniped a model and her friend
I can´t talk hot on the phone the situation that I´m in
I keep drivin´ home drunk and I keep fuckin´ up my rims

They just took my left hand, now I´ma live without a limb
We could have the same Carti´, shit look different through my lens

[Babyface Ray]
Carti´ frames cost a lil´ more ´cause they got icin´
Outlaw, road runner dirty with no licenses
Shallow bitch, you get money too, then you´re her type then
Gamblin´, type to risk it all and throw the dice in
Music business litty, but I´m workin´ on the low
Man, these rap niggas be friendly, you just met ´em, now it´s bro
I just touched down for a bag and rockin´ Marni to a show

Bitch it´s Wavy Gang, hoes gettin´ gnarly on a boat
Facemob, yeah, they call me that ´cause my hands in it
I´m the first in Celine Timberlands, they should put me in the Guinness
God´s son, know that I repent ´cause I be sinnin´
Drop a bag and fuel the trenches, it ain´t shit to see ´em spin it, know I´m stayin´ litty, nigga

[NAV]
Please don´t judge me by my past if I consider you my friend
I could show you how to turn a million dollars into ten
I was layin´ in the grass, I sniped a model and her friend
I can´t talk hot on the phone the situation that I´m in

I keep drivin´ home drunk and I keep fuckin´ up my rims
They just took my left hand, now I´ma live without a limb
We could have the same Carti´, shit look different through my lens

[ Future]
(Wheezy outta here)