Nayvadius DeMun Cash, born Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn, (November 20, 1983), be… Read Full Bio ↴Nayvadius DeMun Cash, born Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn, (November 20, 1983), better known by his stage name Future, is an American rapper, singer, songwriter, and record producer from the Kirkwood neighborhood of Atlanta, Georgia.
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.
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.
Trust
Future Lyrics
Fake written all over you
Hate written all over you
Hate written all over
Fake written all over you
Hate written all over you
Fake written all over you
Hate written all over you
Smiling faces
Sometimes pretend to be your friend
Smiling faces show no traces
Of the evil that lurks within (can you dig it?)
Fake written all over you
Hater written all over you
Fake written all over you, yeah
I been in the cold, couldn't feel my toes, but I still stuck to the code
Money won't fold, pockets won't hold enough
Takin' my pole and now, F&N and now
Take me anywhere, I'm takin' over the trap
I see the real clear, Woodgrain Cartier
Poppin' a real pill, higher than Beverly Hills
I got too much spill, I give a bitch chills
Took out a small bill, make all the hoes strip
You need a weed feel, I get it vacuum sealed
Came from the Eastside, shooters on detail
Go purchase a new Chanel, I need a refill
Strikers in Trackhawks, ridin' the V12
I peep the mood, dawg, I peep the entail
Get to trippin', all you gon' see is shells
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
We don't trust you niggas, we don't
(I don't trust no motherfuckin' body)
We don't trust you niggas, we don't
We don't trust you
We don't trust you niggas, we don't
We don't trust you niggas, we don't (smiling faces)
We don't trust you niggas, we don't (show no traces)
(Of the evil that lurks within)
We don't trust you
You a nigga number one fan, dog
Sneak dissin', I don't understand, dog
Pillowtalkin', actin' like a fed, dog
I don't need another fake friend, dog
Can't be 'bout a ho, 'cause we sharin', dog
In your feelings, nigga, why you payin', dog?
Give her backshots, while she layin' down
Keep the Glock cocked, I don't trust hoes
Top shotter, goin' for the gusto
Like a real dog, gotta mutt hoes
Get the lo', you a John Doe
Bubble Eye Benz on a ho
Rappin' so pretend, you a ho
Now I figure, nigga tag a nigga toe
Ain't no tappin' in, better blow
Charter poppin' pills, but he blessed
Flex a couple M's on my chest
Ain't no sabotagin', lil' finesse
We was in the field, placin' bets
Still gettin' chills in my flesh
Takin' karma, turn it to success
Thoroughbred in Pluto, nothin' less
Twenty drivers parked at the jet
Whip the Phantom to the projects
Death before dishonor, no confess
(Death before dishonor, no confess)
We don't trust you niggas, we don't (smiling faces)
We don't trust you nigga, we don't (pretend to be your friend)
We don't trust you
We don't trust you, no, no, no
We don't trust you, no, no, no, no, no, no
We don't trust you, no, no, no
We don't trust you, no, no, no, no, no, no
We don't trust you, no, no, no
(Trust is a motherfucker)
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm-
If Young Metro don't trust, I'm gon' shoot you
Hate written all over you
Fake written all over you
Hater written all over you
Fake written all over you, yeah
(Trust is a motherfucker)
Hate written all over you
Hate written all over
Fake written all over you
Hate written all over you
Fake written all over you
Hate written all over you
Smiling faces
Sometimes pretend to be your friend
Smiling faces show no traces
Fake written all over you
Hater written all over you
Fake written all over you, yeah
I been in the cold, couldn't feel my toes, but I still stuck to the code
Money won't fold, pockets won't hold enough
Takin' my pole and now, F&N and now
Take me anywhere, I'm takin' over the trap
I see the real clear, Woodgrain Cartier
Poppin' a real pill, higher than Beverly Hills
I got too much spill, I give a bitch chills
Took out a small bill, make all the hoes strip
You need a weed feel, I get it vacuum sealed
Came from the Eastside, shooters on detail
Go purchase a new Chanel, I need a refill
Strikers in Trackhawks, ridin' the V12
I peep the mood, dawg, I peep the entail
Get to trippin', all you gon' see is shells
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
We don't trust you niggas, we don't
(I don't trust no motherfuckin' body)
We don't trust you niggas, we don't
We don't trust you
We don't trust you niggas, we don't
We don't trust you niggas, we don't (smiling faces)
We don't trust you niggas, we don't (show no traces)
(Of the evil that lurks within)
We don't trust you
You a nigga number one fan, dog
Sneak dissin', I don't understand, dog
Pillowtalkin', actin' like a fed, dog
I don't need another fake friend, dog
Can't be 'bout a ho, 'cause we sharin', dog
In your feelings, nigga, why you payin', dog?
Give her backshots, while she layin' down
Keep the Glock cocked, I don't trust hoes
Top shotter, goin' for the gusto
Like a real dog, gotta mutt hoes
Get the lo', you a John Doe
Bubble Eye Benz on a ho
Rappin' so pretend, you a ho
Now I figure, nigga tag a nigga toe
Ain't no tappin' in, better blow
Charter poppin' pills, but he blessed
Flex a couple M's on my chest
Ain't no sabotagin', lil' finesse
We was in the field, placin' bets
Still gettin' chills in my flesh
Takin' karma, turn it to success
Thoroughbred in Pluto, nothin' less
Twenty drivers parked at the jet
Whip the Phantom to the projects
Death before dishonor, no confess
(Death before dishonor, no confess)
We don't trust you niggas, we don't (smiling faces)
We don't trust you nigga, we don't (pretend to be your friend)
We don't trust you
We don't trust you, no, no, no
We don't trust you, no, no, no, no, no, no
We don't trust you, no, no, no
We don't trust you, no, no, no, no, no, no
We don't trust you, no, no, no
(Trust is a motherfucker)
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm-
If Young Metro don't trust, I'm gon' shoot you
Hate written all over you
Fake written all over you
Hater written all over you
Fake written all over you, yeah
(Trust is a motherfucker)
Lyrics ยฉ Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Leland Wayne, Nayvadius Wilburn, Mejdi Rhars
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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on Fuck Up Some Commas
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