Ten/Rya Interlude E
Ten/Rya Interlude (feat. Rya Maxwell)Текст песни
Yeah, we turned all the way to the max Right now, nigga. Bitch, I'm T right now, nigga. Uh. Cannon. Your bitch know it. Cannon with Christ. Uh. Lately, I've been fuckin' bitches by the twos, Gettin' millions by the twos. Black cully, black Sikhs, hop out in Chicago twos. Black.40, green beam, punch him like it's Rocky II. They told me I wouldn't make it out, Okay, I'm confused. Yeah, that mission was impossible, but bitch, I'm Tommy Cruise. Street nigga, yeah, my father never dropped me off At school. Could'a counted up a million on FaceTime, I got enthused. Flew a ratchet out to Cabo, Had her top me by the pool, yeah. Judgin' by the jewels, you think we sold a Lot of food, yeah. They said they gon' do Somethin' to me, okay, I'm amused 'cause they ain't Got a clue. Them niggas must don't watch the News. Niggas know just how we move, Yeah. Yeah, yeah. I'm on ten. Yeah, uh, I'm on ten. Oh, oh. Bitch, I'm T, I'm on ten. Yeah. Turned to the max, I'm on ten. I'm on ten, yeah, yeah. I'm on ten. I'm I'm on ten, yeah. Uh, Bitch, I'm T, I'm on ten. Ayy, ayy. Turned to the max, I'm on ten, Yeah. Fifty racks in both pockets, bitch, I'm T. I read up with all the profit, bitch, I'm T. I read up. I shot straight up to The top 'cause, bitch, I'm T. It ain't shit that they can do to stop Me, bitch, I'm T. Fuck you mean, nigga? Yeah. I'm on ten, my bitch is a ten. Nickname Glock the FM, my bitch friend. Got a bulletproof Maybach, President Benz. Just push a lil' button, them boys gon' spin. Just push the lil' button, send them boys to God. I jumped off the porch, but didn't go To the park. You know I'm a king, cannot Pull my card. We push up on niggas like A broke garage, yeah, yeah. Long as I got me, I don't need no Help, yeah. Ten toes down, do this shit myself. I'ma hustle, I'ma get it 'til my last breath, Yeah. GetBackGang put his brains on the steps. I be swimmin' through the money like Michael Phelps. I ran up the bag, still ain't caught cramps. Everybody got sticks like we finna camp. Pa-pa-pah, pa-pah. I'm on ten. Yeah, uh, yeah. I'm on ten. Oh, oh. Bitch, I'm T, I'm on ten. Yeah. Turned to the max, I'm on ten. I'm on ten, yeah, yeah. I'm on ten. I'm I'm on ten, yeah. Uh, uh. Bitch, I'm T, I'm on ten. Ayy, Turned to the max, I'm on ten, Yeah. Pa-pa-pah. Pew, pew. Mesa. Uh-oh. Pa-pa-pah. Yeah. God. Yeah. Uh, uh, hit me like a bro though. I'm on ten. Yeah, uh, yeah. I'm on ten. Oh, Bitch, I'm T, I'm on Ten. Oh, Turned to the max, I'm on ten. I'm on ten, yeah, yeah. I'm on ten, I'm on ten, yeah. Uh, Bitch, I'm T, I'm on ten. Ayy, Turned to the max, I'm on ten, Yeah. I cannot be in no gang, even if I'm On my own. And I be gettin' real lit, Even if I stay at home. I really don't know who you think you are. All you wanna do is doubt me from the Start. All you wanna do is hate on me And post about me even if I really get Far. You really need to change, You need to change your ways. No, you cannot stay the same, no, this is Not a game. I'm goin' stupid, I'm goin' through it, I'm 'bout To shoot you like Cupid. I'm goin' crazy, I'm 'bout to lose it, they tryna solve me Like Rubik's. You was real dumb, you was real Goofy, you had a chance and you blew it. You was real numb, you was real lucid, you Had a bag and you threw it. Now you was never included, you was excluded, You got some beef, well, conclude it. You got some beef, dispute Your streets is polluted With dead bodies and red fluid. You argue online for clout, you're nothing without. And I do not know how you even get Around. When you wear all these masks and you Stay lookin' around. And you're scared someone will catch you and put The lights out. Did someone catch you off guard? Ooh. Now they shoot you from afar, ooh. They shootin' at you and they shoot at your Heart and they makin' sure it do not restart. And now you is nothin' but part of the Charge. They drivin' by and they shoot you from The car. If you get lucky, you get another Chance, you better rethink and you better think Hard. You better end that beef better stack up Your money. You better go get clean you better Go get green. You better act right, ooh, 'fore someone shoot you In the back, right too. I'm 'bout to start A tycoon and I'm 'bout to get my stacks Right too. Stayin' real crazy, we go with the Guys, ooh. We 'bout to stack up some pies. We 'bout to go and shoot right to the Sky. Like a nimbus cloud, I'm 'bout to take Flight. You don't put no effort, you never try. Stayin' together, I'm loyal die. And I am forever, you do not realize. I'm married, but all you do is to thot.
Conway The Machine, Key Glock, Rya Maxwell — Ten/Rya Interlude
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