Ten/Rya Interlude Letra

I swear, man (Cannon go crazy!)

Lately I been fucking bitches by the two's
Getting millions by the two's
Black gulley, black seats, hop out in Chicago two's
Black 40 preme beam punching like it's Rocky 2
They told me I wouldn't make it out, okay, I'm confused
Yeah, that mission was impossible, but bitch, I'm Tommy Cruise
Street nigga, yeah, my father never dropped me off at school
Kutter counted up a million on FaceTime, I got enthused
Flew a ratchet out the Cabo, had her top me by the pool, yeah
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, I'm on ten
I'm on ten
Bitch I'm T, I'm on ten
Turnt to the max, I'm on ten
I'm up ten
I'm on ten
Bitch I'm T, I'm on ten
Turnt to the max, I'm on ten

Fifty racks in both pockets, bitch, I'm T
I re'd up with all the profit, bitch, I'm T
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?

I'm on ten and 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
Just push that lil button, send them boys to God
I jump out the Porsche when they go to the park
You know I'm a king, cannot pull my car
I'll push up on niggas like a broke Ferrar'
Yeah, yeah, long as I got me, don't need yo help
Yeah, ten toes down, do this shit myself
I'mma hustle, I'mma get it till my last breath
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 crep
Everybody got sticks like we fit in their camp

Yeah, I'm on ten
I'm on ten
Bitch I'm T, I'm on ten
Turnt to the max, I'm on ten
I'm up ten
I'm on ten
Bitch I'm T, I'm on ten
Turnt to the max, I'm on ten
I'm on ten
I'm on ten
Bitch I'm T, I'm on ten
Turnt to the max, I'm on ten
I'm up ten
I'm on ten
Bitch I'm T, I'm on ten
Turnt to the max, I'm on ten, yeah

I cannot be in no gang
Even if I'mma ball, oh
And I be getting real lit
These niggas all stay at 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 can't bounce here 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
Use your tongue, you was real goofy
You had a chance and you blew it
You was runned up, you was real lucid
You had a bag and you threw it
Now, you was never included
You was secluded
You got some beef that's concluded
You got some beef went disputed
The streets is polluted, with that body sharing slew wit
You argue online for clout
You're nothing without
I do not know how you even get around
You wear all these masks and you still get around
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, they shoot at your heart and make sure it do not restart
They know you was not that book part of the charts
Driving by and they shoot you from the car
If you get lucky, you get another chance
You better rethink it and you better think hard
You better end that beef
Better steppin on your knees
You better go get clean
You better go get green

You better act right, ooh
Or someone shoot you in the back or two
I'm not just stunna check, ooh
And I'mma take your mom's stuff or two
They going crazy, we go with the guys, mm
We 'bout to stop for supplies
We 'bout to go and shoot right to the sky
Like a nimbus cloud, I'm 'bout to take flight
We don't put no effort, we never tried
Staying together, I hope we don't die
And I am forever, it's dead or alive
I'm married to all you niggas tonight