Don - 10 Bands (feat. Reque) Lyrics

Ooh, I love black gold, baby
Diamonds got it lookin' like we made it
You can see the stress and pain on our faces
Went broke with a newborn baby

Wartime dead, homie, shell casings
Ain't no complainin' if you bangin
I'm coated to the core, can't fake it
You worried bout these hoes? I'm tryna get rich

If I gave a bitch some money, best believe that she flipped it
Took a L and spazzed, had to pull myself together
Learned dope boy lessons from cocaine pep
They ain't tryna let me in, kick the dough off the hinges

Respected by niggas that walk lines in San Quentin
Hit the 15, drop the load off in Vegas
Reach for my chain, I'ma make a nigga famous
You'll be disappointed if you ever feel the need to put your feelings in it

Before it's said and done, best believe I make a million, nigga
Before it's said and done, best believe I make a billion, nigga
It ain't no nigga like me
Me and Wing pass it, my young niggas pass it

Nine-five grapes, they can't tell you we don't have it
Tell the truth, you couldn't manage what I manage
And I still take my chances in traps
Ten bands, all in twenties, make sure the count is right

Had a voice in this shit before I had a mic
Spent more than what you made, you ain't trappin' right
Only eat what you kill, what's your appetite
Ten bands, all in twenties, make sure the count is right

Had a voice in this shit before I had a mic
Spent more than what you made, you ain't trappin' right
Only eat what you kill, what's your appetite
I can rap about my life for you, you can watch it on display

What you know about sprintin' to an AK with your mates
Purple side of the tracks where you know they doin' damage
Riddled bullets through your door, now your car title
South from the land where they reckless and you know they do

You grab me, me and Reek, twin cancer, yeah, you know we came signed
Get money, ain't rockin' signs, if I believe in the violence
Man, these niggas need game, best believe we prescribin
Came a long way, saw a line in the bleachers

Now I got all of these diamonds, gotta watch for the leeches
Forced my way into the game, cause nobody was teachin
Hard to move to the left since these niggas be reachin
Niggas pockets on low and they steady out beefin

Bitches stab you in your heart and they'll do it with treason
Grand family main attraction, you know that they feenin
Ten bands on your head, so the scoreboard even
Ten bands, all in 20's, make sure the count is right

Had a voice and then shit before I had a mic
Spent more than what you made, you ain't trappin' right
Only eat what you kill, what's your appetite
Ten bands, all in 20's, make sure the count is right

Had a voice and then shit before I had a mic
Spent more than what you made, you ain't trappin' right
Only eat what you kill, what's your appetite
What's your appetite