They wonder where I've been, tryna rectify, absolving all my sins
I can get the shooters down, ten out of ten
Anytime they get an open case they closing ten
Mom's praying to god give some guidance to my son
I can't be thuggin' with a mop cousin got a gun
Can't be rollin' on no weed, ganja on my lungs
Racks in my pocket, don't do pocket knives
All black tinted, ridin' fast, how I'm livin life
The smoke you talkin' bout, I can legalize
Not the one to play with, you can tell me when you realize
Laughin' at the worries it's a year later
I just found some cash, f*ck it, I'ma see it later
Yeah, I'm chillin' all the way, baby, relax
I'm articulate, she wanna f*ck, I said perhaps
Countin' up the paper on my fingertips
I bought like six hoes, bro, I got a dealership
She be stuck on some problems, she got a ego trip
I told her be cool, this ain't even the real shit
Like I'm just sayin', some problems be so small
Like, why the f*ck we worried
I just don't get it
I see eyes full of envy
F*ckin' on her friends, push her off, I got plenty
I be on the R&B beats, I got em' ready
She just tryna roll and get to f*ckin she all sweaty
I be leavin' my house, say a prayer, I feel steady
They wonder where I've been, tryna rectify, absolving all my sins
I can get the shooters down, ten out of ten
Anytime they get an open case they closing ten
Mom's praying to god give some guidance to my son
I can't be thuggin' with a mop cousin got a gun
Can't be rollin' on no weed, ganja on my lungs
Racks in my pocket, don't do pocket knives
All black tinted, ridin' fast, how I'm livin life
The smoke you talkin' bout, I can legalize
Not the one to play with, you can tell me when you realize
Shy Curry - Ten Out Of Ten Lyrics
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They wonder where I've been, tryna rectify, absolving all my sins
I can get the shooters down, ten out of ten
Anytime they get an open case they closing ten
Mom's praying to god give some guidance to my son
I can't be thuggin' with a mop cousin got a gun
Can't be rollin' on no weed, ganja on my lungs
Racks in my pocket, don't do pocket knives
All black tinted, ridin' fast, how I'm livin life
The smoke you talkin' bout, I can legalize
Not the one to play with, you can tell me when you realize
Laughin' at the worries it's a year later
I just found some cash, f*ck it, I'ma see it later
Yeah, I'm chillin' all the way, baby, relax
I'm articulate, she wanna f*ck, I said perhaps
Countin' up the paper on my fingertips
I bought like six hoes, bro, I got a dealership
She be stuck on some problems, she got a ego trip
I told her be cool, this ain't even the real shit
Like I'm just sayin', some problems be so small
Like, why the f*ck we worried
I just don't get it
I see eyes full of envy
F*ckin' on her friends, push her off, I got plenty
I be on the R&B beats, I got em' ready
She just tryna roll and get to f*ckin she all sweaty
I be leavin' my house, say a prayer, I feel steady
They wonder where I've been, tryna rectify, absolving all my sins
I can get the shooters down, ten out of ten
Anytime they get an open case they closing ten
Mom's praying to god give some guidance to my son
I can't be thuggin' with a mop cousin got a gun
Can't be rollin' on no weed, ganja on my lungs
Racks in my pocket, don't do pocket knives
All black tinted, ridin' fast, how I'm livin life
The smoke you talkin' bout, I can legalize
Not the one to play with, you can tell me when you realize
I can get the shooters down, ten out of ten
Anytime they get an open case they closing ten
Mom's praying to god give some guidance to my son
I can't be thuggin' with a mop cousin got a gun
Can't be rollin' on no weed, ganja on my lungs
Racks in my pocket, don't do pocket knives
All black tinted, ridin' fast, how I'm livin life
The smoke you talkin' bout, I can legalize
Not the one to play with, you can tell me when you realize
Laughin' at the worries it's a year later
I just found some cash, f*ck it, I'ma see it later
Yeah, I'm chillin' all the way, baby, relax
I'm articulate, she wanna f*ck, I said perhaps
Countin' up the paper on my fingertips
I bought like six hoes, bro, I got a dealership
She be stuck on some problems, she got a ego trip
I told her be cool, this ain't even the real shit
Like I'm just sayin', some problems be so small
Like, why the f*ck we worried
I just don't get it
I see eyes full of envy
F*ckin' on her friends, push her off, I got plenty
I be on the R&B beats, I got em' ready
She just tryna roll and get to f*ckin she all sweaty
I be leavin' my house, say a prayer, I feel steady
They wonder where I've been, tryna rectify, absolving all my sins
I can get the shooters down, ten out of ten
Anytime they get an open case they closing ten
Mom's praying to god give some guidance to my son
I can't be thuggin' with a mop cousin got a gun
Can't be rollin' on no weed, ganja on my lungs
Racks in my pocket, don't do pocket knives
All black tinted, ridin' fast, how I'm livin life
The smoke you talkin' bout, I can legalize
Not the one to play with, you can tell me when you realize
Writer: Harsh S
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