Ten/Rya Interlude

Yeah, we turnt all the way to the max right now, nigga
Bitch, I'm T right now, nigga, mhm, yeah (Cannon)
Yo' bitch know it
(Cannon went crazy)
I swear, man (ah)

Lately I been fucking bitches by the two's (two's)
Getting millions by the two's (two's)
Black gulley, black seats, hop out in Chicago two's (ah)
Black 40 preme beam punching like it's Rocky 2 (ah, ah)
They told me I wouldn't make it out, okay, I'm confused (what?)
Yeah, that mission was impossible, but, bitch, I'm Tommy Cruise
Street nigga, yeah, my father never dropped me off at school (never)
Kutter counted up a million on FaceTime, I got enthused (talk to 'em)
Flew a ratchet out the Cabo, had her top me by the pool, yeah (come here)
Judging by the jewels, you think we sold a lot of food, yeah
They said they gon' do something 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, I'm on ten (yeah, yeah, ha, whoa)
I'm on ten (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Bitch, I'm T, I'm on ten (yeah)
Turnt to the max, I'm on ten (I'm on ten, yeah, yeah)
I'm on ten
I'm on ten (yeah, ah)
Bitch, I'm T, I'm on ten (ah, ah, ay, ay)
Turnt to the max, I'm on ten (ay, ay, yeah)

Fifty racks in both pockets, bitch, I'm T (bitch, I'm T)
I re'd up with all the profit, bitch, I'm T (I re'd up)
I shot straight up to the top 'cause, bitch, I'm T
It ain't shit that they could 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 gleam
Got a bulletproof Maybach, president Benz
Just push that lil' button, them boys gon' spin (yeah)
Just push that lil' button, send them boys to God
I jump out the Porsche but then go to the park
You know I'm a king, cannot pull my card
I'll push up on niggas like a broke garage (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, long as I got me, I don't need yo' help (yeah)
Ten toes down, do this shit myself
I'ma hustle, I'ma get it 'til my last breath (yeah)
Yeah, get back gang, put his brains on the steps
I be swimming through the money like Michael Phelps
I ran up the bag, still ain't caught cramps
Everybody got sticks like we fit in their camp (bap, bap, bap)

I'm on ten (I'm on T, I'm on T, I'm on T)
I'm on ten (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Bitch, I'm T, I'm on ten (yeah)
Turnt to the max, I'm on ten (I'm on ten, yeah, yeah)
I'm on ten
I'm on ten (yeah, ah)
Bitch, I'm T, I'm on ten (ah, ah, ay, ay)
Turnt to the max, I'm on ten (yeah, boom)
(Bap, bap) ten
(Glizzock, I'm on)
(Yeah)
(God, yeah)
(Uh, uh)
(Think like a broke, broke)

I'm on ten (yeah, yeah, ha, whoa)
I'm on ten (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Bitch, I'm T, I'm on ten (yeah)
Turnt to the max, I'm on ten (I'm on ten, yeah, yeah)
I'm on ten
I'm on ten (yeah, ah)
Bitch, I'm T, I'm on ten (ah, ah, ay, ay)
Turnt to the max, I'm on ten (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I cannot be in no gang (no gang)
Even if I'm on my own (my own)
And I be getting real lit (getting real lit)
Even if I stay at home (stay 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 give heart
You really need to change
You need to change your ways
No, you cannot say the same
No, this is not a game

I'm going stupid, I'm going through it
I'm 'bout to shoot you like Cupid
I'm going crazy, I'm 'bout to lose it
They tryna solve me like Rubix
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

Nah, you was never included
You were excluded
You got some beef so conclude it
You got some beef, we'll dispute it
The streets is polluted with dead bodies and rat 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 looking 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 shooting at you and they shoot at your heart
and they making sure it do not restart
And now you was not that book part of the charts
they driving 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 yo' money
You better go get clean
You better go get green
You better act right, ooh
'fore someone shoot you in the back or two
I'm 'bout to start a tycoon
And I'm 'bout to get my stacks right too
Staying real crazy, we go with the guys, ooh
We 'bout to stack up supplies
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
You stay in the gutter, I promise I'll die
And I am forever, you're gonna realize
I'm great but all you do is deny