10 2 10

imma' be paid forever

i look up

finally famous nigga

i woke up working like a mexican

that mean i work from 10 to 10

then 10 to 10

then 10 again

nightmares of losing everything boost my adrenaline

all this bread can't be good for my cholesterol

don't come round' talking loudly

fucking up my repertoire dawg

i can't lie bruh lately i've been stressing heavily

i'm sipping

popping

smoking on whatever take the pressure off

diss you

ff imperial til my burial

dodging every bullet and venereal

anti-fuckboy material til i'm dead

i'm living proof

if you focus on what's in front of you and not what's in the peripheral

it's gone

word? boy i seen drama on drama

drama on drama over comma on comma

i'm bringing home dead prez

my house done feel like its haunted

i put the city on my back

right along with my garments

went to sleep

snoring

i got 3 jobs like i'm jamaican though

i need 3 wives like i was haitian though

one cook

one clean

the other pms'ing

ho hablo ingles'

if police have questions they don't know what that mean nigga

they say detroit going through the great depression

still it's been depressed so long i can't even tell depression here

my homeboy still gon' pull up on them rims big as a ferris wheel

so many rides up on the curb my lil cuz thought the fair was here

like oh

i'm primo

top spot redeemed ho

for who? my team

and we might take a trip to jamaica

montego

pussy and flamingos

got me thinking the fuck i need to sleep for?