teamcap0412 - 2010 Lyrics

Where the backwoods at nigga,
I'm trynna light up, yea fasho
2010 nigga

2010 , it's 1 am
I'm serving these bags to the feins
I won't stress with myself
I love weed, Ion f*ck with the percs

2010 my homie just passed away
I got my niggas soul's on my neck
They talking bout getting sum Money
But they ain't thinking how to Actually get it
I got goals with ma bros, we are still On the ghetto
We got lotta critics but Ion give a damn

I'm doing dis shit for the money and My fam
Show respect to the block,
We started in the trap
I'm on my grind so Ion give a damn
I gotta work hard and shut up they Mouths
At the of the day they gon be the Clowns
I'm the big dog like the Cleveland Browns
I'm with my gang, yea we on our Grind

They be showing luv but it be hate On they mind
U know that you grown when luv is hard 2 find
I'm hitting the grass I ain't sipping
No wine

Throw the dice would I win would I Not
Ready for challenges, I won't give Up
My voice gon be heard so I gotta Stand up
I'm still with my
Niggas yea we on the zone

Yea I come from the trenches
So I can tell you that all odds go Against me
My goals ain't yours so why u Saying I can't?
I'm hitting yo hoe from back

Young nigga be toting a strap
A star who gon shine in the rap
Dis shit started on the trap
The OG's fasho know that's facts
Fasho Imma be stacking racks
You girl calling me every night
I gotta stay focus on god
I know he be holding my back
I just be getting so High

Algún día llegaremo' a Dubai
Pasiando en el lambo
Todos los foreigns asegurados
Todo lo que tengo me lo e ganado
Y lo merezco, al dinero le Pertenezco
Air Force ones yo siempre ando fresco
Me gusta el café, no el refresco
En el banco yo siempre aparezco
Ser pobre es lo que yo detesto

2010 , it's 1 am
I'm serving these bags to the feins
I won't stress with myself
I love weed, Ion f*ck with the percs

2010 my homie just passed away
I got my niggas soul's on my neck
They talking bout getting sum Money
But they ain't thinking how to Actually get it
I got goals with ma bros, we are still On the ghetto
We got lotta critics but Ion give a Damn

I'm doing dis shit for the money and my fam
Show respect to the block
We started in the trap
I'm on my grind so Ion give a damn
I gotta work hard and shut up they mouths
At the of the day they gon be the Clowns
I'm the big dog like the Cleveland Browns
I'm with my gang, yea we on our Grind

I Only spend on what I need
I get so high, so high for real
I'm at downtown burning this weed
Just sold a nigga a f*cking brick

And I got lean in case you sick
2010 my nigga stealing
Since 2010 they been drug dealing
Serving dope straight from the Kitchen

I ride in my city I'm catching the Views
I be eating like back then I wish
I did on the hood
My raps always solid
I know that I'm good
I don't f*ck with the system
So I let them knew
Shit gon Neva improve

I'm with my crew
We be balling
Watch how we getting this money
Life is not sweet like is honey
2010 we started balling

2010 , it's 1 am
I'm serving these bags to the feins
I won't stress with myself
I love weed, Ion f*ck with the percs

2010 my homie just passed away
I got my niggas soul's on my neck
They talking bout getting sum Money
But they ain't thinking how to Actually get it
I got goals with ma bros, we are still On the ghetto
We got lotta critics but Ion give a Damn

I'm doing dis shit for the money and My fam
Show respect to the block,
We started in the trap
I'm on my grind so Ion give a damn
I gotta work hard and shut up they Mouth
At the of the day they gon be the Clowns
I'm the big dog like the Cleveland Browns
I'm with my gang, yea we on our Grind