[intro] [instrumental] (Metro boomin want some more nigga!) (Let the bandplay) [Verse 1: Young Dolph] Came up off the zip, I ain’t need no deal (Uh-huh) Made a hunnid off the re-up, all my plays was real (Real talk) Penthouse views, used to sleep on crates (Straight up) Now it’s Forbes list talk when I touch them states (Let’s go) I put my city on, never switch my tone (Nah) Independent money, boy, I did this on my own (Facts) I don’t sip lean, but I still move slow (Fo’ sho’) ’Cause I count too much, got racks on go (Woo!) All my dawgs eat, ain’t no crumbs ’round me (Uh-huh) You a trapper on IG, but I ran these streets (You cappin’) Straight drop in the pot, made the fiends believe (Cook it up) Future got hits, but I got legacy (Paper Route!) ⸻ [Verse 2: Future] Pluto the prophet, I been walkin’ on Mars (Pluto) You talkin’ legacy? I got classics in jars (Dirty Sprite) Codeine dreams, I done made pain art (Wheeew) Turned my scars into diamonds, now I move like sharks (Splash) Ten chains swingin’ in a drophead Wraith (Let’s go) You was movin’ bricks, I was changin’ the wave (Vibe) They copy my voice, they bite my phrase (Clone) But I’m still too toxic, can’t be replaced (Freebandz) Every girl want a Future, every opp want peace (Hmm) I ain’t never need the plug, I became the beast (Monster) Dolph talk real, but I talk elite (Talk to ‘em) We both kings, but I’m king of the beat (Woo!) ⸻ [Verse 3: Young Dolph] Ayy, I don’t do emotion, I just get to the check (Straight up) You fell in love with the cup, I fell in love with respect (Big facts) They call you toxic, but I call you confused (Talk yo talk) How you king of the trap if you singin’ the blues? (Haha!) My hustle too loud, got the scale talkin’ back (Ching!) Independent flex, still got deals in the back (You know it) Let the numbers talk, I ain’t gotta explain (Count up) They buried me once, I just grew through the pain (Real one) ⸻ [Verse 4: Future] Let the pain bleed, that’s a platinum flow (Pluto) You made it on your own, I respect that though (Yeah) But when it come to charts, who really made snow? (Cold) They follow my drip like a seasonal show (Drip season) I ain’t here to diss, I just state my reign (Facts) I’m the sound of the night, you the voice of the game (Legend) We both gods in this, just playin’ our lanes (Respect it) But when the world want trap? They scream my name—Pluto! (Wheeew!)

A Dolphin from the Future