Group Home (ft. Young Thug)

Group Home
[Intro: Young Thug]
I cheated on my fears, yeah
I broke up with my doubts, yeah
Got engaged with my faith, yeah
And now I’m marryin’ my dreams, yeah
[Chorus: Future]
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t mint
I smell codeine when I piss
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
You can’t cry over scars, this permanent

I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
Hey, say my new tone, Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home
[Verse 1: Future]
Off the digital, no small talk, all decimals
Cain and Abel, both brains, one man, too impeccable
I talked to Jesus Christ on my worst day
He made me a millionaire, I’m talkin’ to him everyday
All my littles wonder if they can go out in Escalade
I share all my bitches with you besides my main bitch
I left my past behind with new millennium
I left my heart in the streets, I’m imperial
Had to find time to manage my residuals
I deserve royalty, livin’ in a castle
I’m hustlin’, tryna make rent, you call the popo on me
I pistol whip a J for three dollars, you better not owe me
Yeah, I robbed a ni*** in broad daylight the first day I had Jacoby
Yeah, he don’t know I finessed him
‘Cause the homies, they was ‘bout to murder him
Went out the backdoor, took the blame

‘Cause I knew T-Money was gon’ blow out his brains
I’m back from the grave, I’m damn near insane
I sold so much crack, I got yayo still in my veins
[Chorus: Future]
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t meant
I smell codeine when I piss
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
You can’t cry over scars, this permanent
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
Hey, say my new tone, Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
‘Bout to WCW my bitch friend, I’m too wrong
Got a black 45 FN, I don’t do chrome
F*** these niggas, I’m kickin’ ‘em out the loop, woah
I just got a Plain Jane Patek and it’s two-toned (Two, two!)
I dress up like it’s elastic (Yeah!)
12 cartridge for these bastards (Yeah!)
Swiggy swaggy, I’ma devil (Yeah!)
I got the shits in Cali (Cali!)

I got the kids a Denali (Swerve!)
I bulletproof all the windows (On God!)
I’m bulletproofin’ the mattresses (Blat!)
Blue diamonds like an Avatar (Yeah!)
Cut you off and dodge you like a fuckin’ Charger (Charger!)
I showed I liked her but I still didn’t get her
I got back problems from gamblin’ from the night to mornin’ (Night to mornin’, yeah!)
You can f*** every one of my hoes except my main (main bitch)
It’s too hard to dedicate to you, I’m so scared of shame
I don’t care to find out you was creepin’ ‘cause I’m doin’ the same thing
My bitches temporary like stitches
You and your mama, your brother, your cousin ain’t nothin’ but bitches
Yeah
[Chorus: Future]
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t meant
I spill codeine when I piss
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
You can’t cry over scars this permanent
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
Hey, say my new tone Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home