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10 Toes (Deluxe)
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We took that, don't look back
Dropped out, no cap, gown, my flag brown
I still crack, my, my, it's my pill sack
If I think I'm that,
go start an act and I still rap
If it get slow, I still, uh, fast rap
That cash rap, we took that, don't look back
Dropped out, no cap, gown, my flag brown
I still crack, my, my, it's my pill sack
If I think I'm that,
go start an act and I still rap
If it get slow, I still trap
10 toes I stand on,
not a bro that I ran on Why,
tryna expose,
lifestyle stay cam on
Any block that I stood on,
I was good there like my man on
Packed touch for my man on,
rap deal put the fam on
Projects where I came from,
seen a couple bodies from the same gun
Coulda made it but it ain't run,
hate it but we ain't that
Confident I'ma sustain one,
couple homies seen them step out
Everything is real I rap bout,
seen trash work,
I seen A1
Fast rap,
that crack rap,
we ain't seen,
cause he trapped out
Turned apartments to a stash house,
when I'm good I might pass out
Been about it,
you can ask bout,
I know where I'm headed
Got it mapped out,
with no medicine,
he probably crash out
We outside all day,
come back,
fast rap,
that cash rap,
we took that,
don't look back
Dropped out,
no cap,
gown,
my flag brown I still crack,
my,
my,
it's my pill sack
If I think I'm that,
go start an act and I still rap If it get slow,
I still trap
Thumbs up,
my ones up,
no numb trucks,
we choppin'
Some fiends don't coppin',
brains blown off,
gossip
Thumbs up,
two guns up,
my buns up,
don't play with em'
Wrong side,
might lay with em',
gang ties,
they stay with em'
Homicide, that K with em', cracked out like ape
Dope heads and grave dicks, they reach that same
They reach that same, two face that same
A few weeks,
my pain different,
drop top that painkiller
Forty thousand off painkillers,
your man thang,
gotta wait with em'
Skin coated,
better pray with em',
never wanted to be in the way
Breaking day,
we would play jigga,
if you tell it,
tell me how it taste
I know why you hate,
fiends up early,
we was late
Shake,
like they woke up to a earthquake,
I don't blame niggas
First quarter just started,
why you nervous,
gotta play the game
I put that pain in it,
still with them niggas I came in with
This nigga dangerous,
really don't know you playin'
Fast route,
that cash route,
we took that,
don't look back
Dropped out,
no cap,
gown,
my flag brown I still crack,
my,
my,
it's my pill sack
If I think I'm that,
go start an act and I still rap
If it get slow, I still trap
I made nine million in three days,
tight,
heat wave Still rockin' that prepay,
rap,
the street fang
Got me Europeans on the freeway,
me and East made a mean play Hunter X,
running back,
split it up,
three ways
I'm smoking out the top floor,
hundred mil,
I want more I'm moving bags,
I'm on tour,
fentanyl,
they want it pure
I'm plugged in with the Blancos,
old ones,
we got those NorCal,
shot call,
VPN for my convos
Where they at,
I need all of those,
blue strips when I cash out Big wrist with the fast route,
roll up,
put the stash out Me on top,
what they mad about,
I'm OT,
get the package out
Was dirt broke,
but we have it now,
spin the block,
turn back around
Fast route,
that cash route,
we took that,
don't look back Dropped out,
no cap,
gown,
my flag brown I still crack,
my,
my,
it's my pill sack
If I think I'm that,
go start an act and I still rap If it get slow,
I still trap
East,
west,
this a damn murder,
this prime rib You hamburger,
we pop shelving,
you not that We the vibe you want,
then we brought back
Live as,
and you know this,
killing game before this Let me put you on notice,
take the cell,
I want you to hold this
They envy me,
I'm stylistic,
double jointed,
double twisted I'm double trouble,
get double fisted
It's a show,
but you can't resist it Been down for so long,
went around kings through smoke songs Green thumb beats so strong,
if you on the ride,
better hold on I stay lifted,
I stay gifted,
my pay's different,
and my way's different When the bag comes,
my lane's shifted,
my chains glistened And my mains listened,
can't get enough,
you need another servant I work that magic,
call me Irvin'
Sash,
rap that cash round,
we took that,
don't look back
Dropped out,
no cap,
gown,
my flag brown I still crack,
my,
my,
it's my pill sack
If I think I'm that,
go start an act and I still rap
If it get slow, I still trap
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