Jump!! (Or Get Jumped!!!)((by the future))

Big plans! We got big big plans coming up in this mothafucka
Six hands, it was six hands when we came with Mathed Up off the cuff, nigga
And that took two years just to touch ears, I’m living in the next ten years while that shit here
Like, I can get touched before I get to really speak, would you be surprised if I died next week?
Many niggas, many minds can get through all 10 years of they 20’s with no time
Get a bullshit degree and a family and trauma’s still beating them within an inch of they life
Take ten hood niggas, put them in a line, each be a genius off they own might
You gon' learn ten lessons you could apply, you gon' learn what it really mean to survive

Living on Juice Wrld, Pop Smoke time
I’ll be in my future, come try to remove it
I live only for this, it’s how I must do it
There’s no way they can take what I say and skew it
R.I.P. Chynna, Ms. Taylor, and Mr. Arbery
What can activate the rage that we be harboring?
Ain't nobody tryna kill me that hard to me
Like lemme get a gun and you can get it all
From me
Nigga

How do I remember (They ask)
What I spit out the tooth? (Hmm)
I don’t need to make mental notes when this shit is just the truth
But what matters more, of course, is my resources
It’s chores until support, there’s no divorcing
I’m screaming through your door, “we'll take control by force"
And you gon' watch me spit the world into the floor

Big plans! We got big big plans coming up in this mothafucka
Six hands, it was six hands when we came with Mathed Up off the cuff, nigga
And that took two years just to touch ears, I’m living in the next ten years while that shit here
Like, I can get touched before I get to really speak, what if I die next week?

Living on Juice Wrld, Pop Smoke time
I’ll be in my future, come try to remove it
I live only for this, it’s how I must do it
There’s no way they can take what I say and skew it
R.I.P. Chynna, Ms. Taylor, and Mr. Arbery
What can activate the rage that we be harboring?
Ain't nobody tryna kill me that hard to me
Like lemme get a gun and you can get it all from me

R.I.P. Chynna, Ms. Taylor, and Mr. Arbery
What can activate the rage that we be harboring?
Ain't nobody tryna kill me that hard to me
Like lemme get a gun and you can get it all from me
R.I.P. Chynna, Ms. Taylor, and Mr. Arbery
What can activate the rage that we be harboring?
Ain't nobody tryna kill me that hard to me
Like lemme get a gun and you can get it all from me
From me, from me
From me, from me
From me
From me

My mind be on a million, a gold mine worth untold millions
If I get popped before it’s clear I’m hot, of course there’ll be someone to fill in
So I try to live to fight another day, the way my father say
Another day to live, another day to give, of myself to everybody that I love and I am fucking with
5 years ago, we said the same thing about “today is another day”
10 years ago we said the same thing, but today is “another day”
On God, I get that and I’m with that
Type beat, “time stops for no man"
I’ve known my whole life where I stand
People either wringing necks or they fucking hands
I would’ve hit a fucking lick if I could evaporate, but as long as you live, I live, and you cannot kill me
30 years ago we said the same thing about “today is another day”
50 years ago we said the same thing but today is “another day”
Everybody wants their ideology to be the one that enslaves the world
We just left a century of artists whose screams went purposefully unheard
We live in the future, we die in the present, I have our next 2 shits in my mind already
We started conceiving in 2016 in a windowless van driving through the desert
It took so much time, life, advice, and effort to make the first half of this shit come together

And this shit is mid compared to what I’m saying on The L
Compared to what I'm saying
I was off the Durban
I was off the Durban Poison dreaming of my mother singing on Russell
Singing on Russell
Singing on Russell
Singing on Russell
Singing on Russell

2028 has no guarantee
But I know my dream, I know my Mom’s dream
Even though I have not yet written, I know how long you have searched
I know its power and I can’t die before it’s unearthed
Everyday we run from ourselves and from time
So much so that our planning looks like we’ve lost our minds
But our lives are wasted if we don’t even try
And it’s delicious every time it turns out I was right