After releasing a series of moderately successful mixtapes between 2010 and 2011, Future signed a major label deal with Epic Records and fellow American rapper Rocko's A1 Recordings, which helped launch his own label imprint Freebandz. Future subsequently began working on his debut studio album "Pluto," and in April 2012 released the album to positive reviews. The album spawned five singles, all of which charted on the Billboard Hot 100. The album was later re-released in November, as "Pluto 3D." His second studio album "Honest," was released on April 22, 2014, and is also performing with his group Freeband Gang. He released his highly anticipated third studio album, "DS2," on July 16, 2015. The Atlanta rapper also released several mixtapes during 2015, "Beast Mode" in January, "56 Nights" in March, and "What a Time to Be Alive (with Drake)" in September. Future released "Purple Reign" in January 2016. The 13-track mixtape was executive produced by Metro Boomin and DJ Esco, with additional production from Southside, Zaytoven, and more.
Chickens
Future Lyrics
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Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Keep all my money, chicken
Whoa, whoa
Married my money, chicken
Whoa, whoa
Chickens, chickens
Chickens, chickens (pour that 'deine)
Chickens, chickens
All I talk is chickens, chickens (all I, all I talk 'bout racks)
Chickens, chickens
Chickens, chickens
Kitchen (yeah)
Sit down and stay down until you come up (yeah, yeah)
Go fuck an M&M up on the truck (yeah, yeah)
Snatch up a Bentley truck just off the row (yeah, yeah)
Without this Richard, my swag up to par (what you do?)
Over three M&Ms just on the car (yeah, yeah)
Ballin' like everyday, night 'til tomorrow (yeah, yeah)
Give me a Sprite, I'ma fill it up with dope (yeah, yeah)
Totin' the fire, nigga, I hope you don't choke (what you do?)
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
All the bitches, they calling me Chamberlain (Pluto)
New millennium, look like an alien (Pluto)
Put a mil' on the scale, gotta weigh 'em in (Pluto)
I take off, see the fire out the tail end (Pluto)
Tell the troops up and load up a caravan
I maneuver, but I got a ratchet (woo)
Had the bulletproof whip, we'll crash it (crash it)
When you dealing with demons, we careless (yeah)
Different levels to hitters and bad bitches (what you do?)
I was geekin', I smashed on a catfish (yeah)
I was leanin' and stopped all the Xanax (yeah)
I been meanin' to cut back on ecstasy (yeah)
I been thinkin' 'bout findin' an exit (huh)
On the E-way, I know you can't catch me
Ain't go nowhere without pourin' the Tuss' up
Get together in leather and cut it up
Black foreign automobiles, Wakanda
And ain't goin' nowhere, we fuckin' this shit up every single summer
Like when I was sellin' coke inside the trenches, know a nigga go bonkers
(Wheezy outta here)
How you gettin', nigga, what you doin'?
Chicken, chickens
Chickens, chickens
Chicken, chicken
Chicken (chicken)
All I want is chicken, chicken
Chickens, chickens
Chickens, chickens
Chicken, yeah
Pluto been fuckin' this shit up, goin'
Yeah, I ain't goin' nowhere without my tool
Yeah, you ain't got no sack, you rappin' 'bout your partner pack ('bout your partner pack)
On me even OT like I don't know how to lack
This ain't '03, I ain't Jeezy, leave with it, can't bring it back (can't bring that back)
Slime language, phone might be tapped
Five racks make her lay on her back (lay on her back)
Pop me another one, try and relax
Save the opinions, I just want the facts
Do your opps die? (do your opps die?) yeah, all the goddamn time
Do them shots fly? (shots fly) yeah, arm, chest, neck, mind
How much more I gotta buy to get the price to twenty-five?
I'm the real thing, I been a plug, can get it to you still (get it to you still)
This that pure 'caine, you add the soda, it won't fuck up the feel (won't fuck up the feel)
Used to cook Hank, the vinegar, it swell, keep the smell
Take a heap from out that block, I know his drop 'cause he can't tell
On my block, yeah, I'm like Pac, but I ain't dyin' or goin' to jail (dyin' or goin' to jail)
Used to serve lows with my pops, he had the spots, I had the mail (serve lows with my daddy)
I found life inside a pie, a bust down AP watch as well
She know I'm rich but sittin' here pissed like she ain't leaving 'til I pay her, crazy
Chickens
Chickens, chickens
Chicken (Wheezy outta here), chicken
Chicken (chicken)
All I want it is chicken, chicken
Chickens, chickens
Chickens, chickens
Chicken, yeah
Pluto been fuckin' this shit up, goin'
Yeah, I ain't goin' nowhere without my tool
Yeah, yeah, chicken
Yeah, kitchen, yeah, yeah, yeah
In the song "Chickens" by Future, the lyrics are heavily focused on the rapper's love for money and his desire to acquire more. The repetitive use of the word "chicken" throughout the song represents money, which is often referred to as "chicken" in hip hop slang. In the first verse, Future states that he is keeping all of his money and has "married" it, indicating the deep attachment he has to his wealth. He also makes references to his lavish lifestyle, speaking about his Bentley truck and Richard Mille watch. In the second verse, Future describes himself as a drug dealer, discussing his past life selling cocaine and cooking crack with his father. He also speaks about his distaste for those who act like they have money but don't actually have any.
The chorus of the song features a repetitive chant of "chickens," which is accompanied by ad-libs from producer Wheezy. The verses include a range of topics, from excessive drug use to violence and murder. Future's lyrics are often cryptic and open to interpretation, but overall, the song is a representation of his pursuit of wealth and success in the rap game.
Line by Line Meaning
Whoa, whoa (Wheezy outta here)
Introductory sound
Keep all my money, chicken
I do not spend my money, I keep it
Married my money, chicken
I am heavily committed and dedicated to earning and saving money
Chickens, chickens (put up the rings)
I refer to my money as 'chickens,' and I celebrate their accumulation immensely, similarly to how a victorious boxer would celebrate after putting up his winning ring
Chickens, chickens
Repeating the idea that I perceive my riches as chickens
Chickens, chickens (pour that 'deine)
I again allude to my wealth as 'chickens' and celebrate by pouring champagne
All I talk is chickens, chickens (all I, all I talk 'bout racks)
I spend a significant amount of my time discussing and thinking about money and the wealth that it brings
Kitchen (yeah)
I have a passion for cooking narcotics, and I enjoy spending time in the kitchen
Sit down and stay down until you come up (yeah, yeah)
I am committed to staying focused and steady until I am at the peak of success
Go fuck an M&M up on the truck (yeah, yeah)
I am living a life of luxury and can indulge in tempting pleasures that are not easily accessible to everyone else
Snatch up a Bentley truck just off the row (yeah, yeah)
I recently purchased a fancy Bentley truck
Without this Richard, my swag up to par (what you do?)
I am referring to the Richard Mille, an expensive watch, and suggest that my style and confidence rely heavily on it
Over three M&Ms just on the car (yeah, yeah)
I have spent over three million dollars on my car
Ballin' like everyday, night 'til tomorrow (yeah, yeah)
I am living my best life and enjoying all of the luxuries that come with it
Give me a Sprite, I'ma fill it up with dope (yeah, yeah)
I am extremely wealthy and have no trouble mixing extravagant substances into my Sprite
Totin' the fire, nigga, I hope you don't choke (what you do?)
I am carrying guns and hoping that my opponents do not choke/let me down
All the bitches, they calling me Chamberlain (Pluto)
Many ladies are reaching out and calling me their Chamberlain, a reference to Wilt Chamberlain's high number of partners
New millennium, look like an alien (Pluto)
I look unique and unusual compared to my peers, consistent with extraterrestrial beings
Put a mil' on the scale, gotta weigh 'em in (Pluto)
I will put a million dollars on the weighing scale and weigh my chickens (money)
I take off, see the fire out the tail end (Pluto)
As I take off in my plane, there will be a fire spewing out of my jet's tail end
Tell the troops up and load up a caravan
I order my soldiers to load up their equipment and prepare for a journey
I maneuver, but I got a ratchet (woo)
I am shrewd and can avoid the law, even though I am carrying a firearm
Had the bulletproof whip, we'll crash it (crash it)
I had a bulletproof car that could be destroyed, even after crashing it with force
When you dealing with demons, we careless (yeah)
We have no fear and are callous when dealing with extremely destructive and intimidating situations
Different levels to hitters and bad bitches (what you do?)
There are tiers of highly skilled hitmen and women with exceptional physical appearances
I was geekin', I smashed on a catfish (yeah)
I am high and inebriated, which led me to eat and 'smash' a catfish
I was leanin' and stopped all the Xanax (yeah)
I was under the influence and took Xanax pills to stop myself from getting too high
I been meanin' to cut back on ecstasy (yeah)
I need to cut back on my usage of ecstasy
I been thinkin' 'bout findin' an exit (huh)
I have been contemplating leaving the lifestyle that I currently have and pursuing a more peaceful existence
On the E-way, I know you can't catch me
I am illegally driving on the expressway, and the police cannot catch me
Ain't go nowhere without pourin' the Tuss' up
I cannot go anywhere without first pouring codeine syrup into my mixture
Get together in leather and cut it up
I attend gatherings and parties with my luxurious leather attire and socialize with my fellow colleagues
Black foreign automobiles, Wakanda
I have dark-colored luxury cars, a reference to the Black Panther comic's mythical African nation of Wakanda
And ain't goin' nowhere, we fuckin' this shit up every single summer
We are here to stay and will continue to recklessly enjoy our lives every summer
Like when I was sellin' coke inside the trenches, know a nigga go bonkers
I remember the times when I used to sell drugs in hazardous zones; these memories drive me crazy.
(Wheezy outta here)
Wheezy is leaving the premises
How you gettin', nigga, what you doin'?
How are you doing, what are you involved in?
Chicken, chickens
My wealth or money
Chicken, chicken
More references to my money
Chicken (chicken)
Continued reference to money
All I want is chicken, chicken
I am fully dedicated to earning and accumulating more money
Chicken, yeah
Again, wealth or money
Pluto been fuckin' this shit up, goin'
I am continually tearing things apart and creating chaos
Yeah, I ain't goin' nowhere without my tool
I am never leaving my home without my weapon
Yeah, you ain't got no sack, you rappin' 'bout your partner pack ('bout your partner pack)
You do not have any courage but are constantly claiming to be a partner in a dangerous situation
On me even OT like I don't know how to lack
I am always carrying money with me, even when I travel across state lines
This ain't '03, I ain't Jeezy, leave with it, can't bring it back (can't bring that back)
These are not the times of Jeezy or Young Jeezy, where you can return to your previous lifestyle and undo the consequences
Slime language, phone might be tapped
The phone I'm using might be wiretapped by the police
Five racks make her lay on her back (lay on her back)
I can easily pay five thousand dollars for a lady to engage in sexual acts
Pop me another one, try and relax
I need to take another pill to calm down and relax
Save the opinions, I just want the facts
I do not want to hear your ideas or reactions, just the pure objective truth
Do your opps die? (do your opps die?) yeah, all the goddamn time
Do you kill your opponents? Yes - the majority of the time.
Do them shots fly? (shots fly) yeah, arm, chest, neck, mind
Do you use multiple firearms? Yes, and I aim for the arm, chest, neck, and even the head
How much more I gotta buy to get the price to twenty-five?
What is the minimum amount I have to buy to attain the price of twenty-five thousand?
I'm the real thing, I been a plug, can get it to you still (get it to you still)
I am the authentic source of drugs, and I can still get them to you if you are interested.
This that pure 'caine, you add the soda, it won't fuck up the feel (won't fuck up the feel)
This is pure cocaine, and adding soda will not ruin the high or experience that comes with it.
Used to cook Hank, the vinegar, it swell, keep the smell
I used distilled vinegar, also known as 'Hank,' to cook my narcotics and keep the smell from spreading.
Take a heap from out that block, I know his drop 'cause he can't tell
I remove a portion of the narcotics from a certain area, and I know where other people drop off their drugs because they cannot keep it a secret.
On my block, yeah, I'm like Pac, but I ain't dyin' or goin' to jail (dyin' or goin' to jail)
On my turf, I am similar to the late Tupac but will not die or serve prison time.
Used to serve lows with my pops, he had the spots, I had the mail (serve lows with my daddy)
I used to sell drugs on the street with my father, where he established his area of dominance, while I handled the distribution.
I found life inside a pie, a bust down AP watch as well
I found a wealthy and thriving life within my drugs business, and now possess an extravagant Audemars Piguet watch.
She know I'm rich but sittin' here pissed like she ain't leaving 'til I pay her, crazy
Although she is aware that I have significant financial resources, she is continuously upset, and I am forced to pay her to leave.
Chicken, chickens
Again, referring to my money and wealth
Chicken (Wheezy outta here), chicken
Still speaking of my chickens (money) and Wheezy leaving
All I want it is chicken, chicken
I am only interested in accumulating more money
Yeah, yeah, chicken
Once again speaking of my wealth
Yeah, kitchen, yeah, yeah, yeah
A combination of the words 'yeah' and 'kitchen,' which could be interpreted in various ways.
Lyrics ยฉ Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Dylan Taylor Cleary-Krell, George A. III Stone, Nayvadius Wilburn, Wesley Tyler Glass
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@FreddieLovelady
[Intro: Future]
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Keep all my money, chicken
Woah, woah
Married my money, chicken
Woah, woah
[Chorus: Future]
Chickens, chickens (Put up the rings)
Chickens, chickens
Chickens, chickens (Pour that 'deine)
Chickens, chickens
All I talk is chickens, chickens (All I, all I talk 'bout racks)
Chickens, chickens
Chickens, chickens
Kitchen
[Verse 1: Future]
Sit down and stay down until you come up
Go fuck an M&M up on the truck
Snatch up a Bentley truck just off the row
Without this Richard, my swag up to par
Over three M&Ms just on the car
Ballin' like everyday, night 'til tomorrow
Give me a Sprite, I'ma fill it up with dope
Totin' the fire, nigga, I hope you don't chokะต
What you do? Hey, hey, hey, hะตy, hey, hey, hey
Hundred bitches, they calling me Chamberlain
New millennium, look like an alien
Put a mil' on the scale, gotta weigh 'em in
I take off, see the fire out the tail end
Tell the troops up and load up a caravan
I maneuver, but I got a ratchet
Had the bulletproof whip, we'll crash it (Crash it)
When you dealing with demons, we careless
Different levels to hitters and bad bitches
I was geekin', I smashed on a catfish
I was leanin' and stopped all the Xanax
I been meanin' to cut back on ecstasy
I been thinkin' 'bout findin' an exit
On the E-way, I know you can't catch me
Ain't go nowhere without pourin' the Tuss' up
Get together in leather and cut it up
Black foreign automobiles, Wakanda
And ain't goin' nowhere, we fuckin' this shit up every single summer
Like when I was sellin' coke inside the trenches, know a nigga go bonkers
How you gettin', nigga, what you doin'?
[Chorus: Future]
Chicken, chickens
Chickens, chickens
Chicken, chicken
Chicken
All I want is chicken, chicken
Chickens, chickens
Chickens, chickens
Chicken, yeah
[Post-Chorus: Future]
Pluto been fuckin' this shit up, goin'
Yeah, I ain't goin' nowhere without my tool
[Verse 2: EST Gee]
Yeah, you ain't got no sack, you rappin' 'bout your partner pack
On me even OT like I don't know how to lack
This ain't '03, I ain't Jeezy, leave with it, can't bring it back
Slime language, phone might be tapped
Five racks make her lay on her back
Pop me another one, try and relax
Save the opinions, I just want the facts
Do your opps die? Yeah, all the goddamn time
Do them shots fly? Yeah, arm, chest, neck, mind
How much more I gotta buy to get the price to twenty-five?
I'm the real thing, I been a plug, can get it to you still
This that pure 'caine, you add the soda, it won't fuck up the feel
Used to cook Hank, the vinegar, it swell, keep the smell
Take a heap from out that block, I know his drop 'cause he can't tell
On my block, yeah, I'm like Pac, but I ain't dyin' or goin' to jail
Used to serve lows with my pops, he had the spots, I had the mail
I found life inside a pie, a bust down AP watch as well
She know I'm rich but sittin' here pissed like she ain't leaving 'til I pay her, crazy
[Chorus: Future]
Chickens
Chickens, chickens
Chicken , chicken
Chicken
All I want is chicken, chicken
Chickens, chickens
Chickens, chickens
Chicken, yeah
[Post-Chorus: Future]
Pluto been fuckin' this shit up, goin'
Yeah, I ain't goin' nowhere without my tool
[Outro: Future]
Yeah, yeah, chicken
Yeah, kitchen, yeah, yeah, yeah
@SulemanImran
Cant lie. When filly and m huncho was saying โchickens chickens chickensโโฆ.. yeah best believe I paused the podcast and now Iโm here. Bless ๐
@greez521
Trust me๐๐I get what theyโre saying
@PeakPotentialPath10
Haha here we go, did the same bro. The song is hard though ๐คฃ๐คฃ
@rileyfreeman2086
๐๐๐ exactly why Iโm here
@rileyfreeman2086
Mid podcast๐
@mickyhayes2586
22:53 minutes in the Prodcast and Iโve ended up here ๐ญ
@tytylerty8264
Beat is incredible, album is incredible, Future and EST Gee need to link up all the time!
@t_____cole7847
I promise!
@marleymcfly3935
๐ฏ๐ฃ
@xxunknownwrldxx9276
Shoutout Dezzy Wright & Wheezy