Future feat Young Thug - I Don't Wanna Die [Unreleased] 

#future #youngthug #unreleased
Lyrics:
[intro: future]
[?]
i’m ’bout [?]
future somebody [?]
[chorus: future]
lil’ greg gon’ bust a n+gga head if he play with me
i told her she might roll on that tec if she lay with me
jeffery know everything he tell me is safe with me
if we take the whole vault, gotta count it up carefully
i’m booted up, i’m seein’ demons, gotta pray for me
we get caught in a jail, no tellin’ you gon’ wait for me
fourteen k on my neck, eighteen on my cavities
every time i board the jet i’m thinkin’ of poverty
[verse 1: future]
[?] in my memory
he got a carbon, he ain’t gon’ show you no sympathy
evеry time i f+ck her we always show chеmistry
fed call on my main line
yeah, lil chuckee serve you two dimes
we throw money at the constitution
we f+ck b+tches low, they prostitutin’
we treat everything like an illusion
i can hear the lil’ kid in the field crying
i don’t wanna die over blood diamonds
i can hear the kids of the slums crying
i don’t wanna die over blood diamonds
i don’t wanna die over blood diamonds
i don’t wanna die over blood diamonds
i don’t wanna die over blood diamonds
yeah, yeah
my new b+tch, she bald head from the waist down
i spent a ten on her, she tryna explain herself
i’m out the jungle, b+tch, i came with death
while we hittin’ her head top, blowin’ ganja in her hair
thought i wouldn’t make it so, every day i get geeked, n+ggas
thought if you leave me broken down it’d make me weak, n+gga
we used to sit at the same table, i watched you eat, n+gga
i can hear my stomach growl, i’m grindin’ on my t++th, n+gga
i can hear them sirens comin’ way from up the street, n+gga
they should’ve warned you lil mexico street, eat n+ggas
took ’em off without the [?], sold it real high
i’ma cook a [?] up with my coat dry
[chorus: future]
lil’ greg gon’ bust a n+gga head if he play with me
i told her she might roll on that tec if she lay with me
jeffery know everything he tell me is safe with me
if we take the whole vault, gotta count it up carefully
i’m booted up, i’m seein’ demons, gotta pray for me
we get caught in a jail, no tellin’ you gon’ wait for me
fourteen k on my neck, eighteen on my cavities
every time i board the jet i’m thinkin’ of poverty
[verse 2: young thug]
casino gon’ stab ’til he dead if he play with me
martel gon’ stomp ’em, punch his head to the concrete
lil mexico rann gon’ stack it up ’til he conquer it
for me, lil [?] gon’ leave your brains on your gardening
[?] got issues, bet’ conquer it
they took your sh+t ’cause you was sweeter than funnel cake
i was [?] so i pistol whipped him in lennox, yeah
make it rain on your block, yeah, we cleansing it
almost went out sad, bought a rollie for a freak
the kids can tic+tac+toe out on the street
almost all the cups are purple like sealing
shoot him like he wrecked the kid, he gotta get cremated
when i first started i knew i wasn’t d list
gator interior and it’s orange like reese’s
bad b+tch, she got no flaws, she the [?]
had a double cup [?] at recess
i’ll catch a charge ’bout my n+ggas
my b+tch a doll but she real, yeah
water my scars with my tears
five hundred versace boxers out at fifths
[chorus: future]
lil’ greg gon’ bust a n+gga head if he play with me
i told her she might roll on that tec if she lay with me
jeffery know everything he tell me is safe with me
if we take the whole vault, gotta count it up carefully
i’m booted up, i’m seein’ demons, gotta pray for me
we get caught in a jail, no tellin’ you gon’ wait for me
fourteen k on my neck, eighteen on my cavities
every time i board the jet i’m thinkin’ of poverty