10 Toes Down

You know what I do

**** know, **** know what I do

Went back and forth with the system, pockets empty, I'm itchin' (Broke)

No complaining, youngin 'round my way, they tell you stop bitchin' (Stop bitchin')

No class like I just got suspended

His mama smokin' glass, it's hard for him to break down the way he been livin' (Hard)

Magazines all in his crib, but he ain't make no subscription

Scared to pop a Perc' now, that Fetty Wap got him dippin' (Fetty)

From the block to the prison, catch a shot from a distance (Bah)

This shit get deep like the pockets on Dickies, stop and they friskin'

Gotta have it near you, if it ain't on you, just tryna warn you (Metal)

When they storm through, it's like a new tattoo the way they on you

Mafia shit, walk through the kitchen to eat, some dress formal (Some)

Tappin' glasses, celebratin', and it's private, no recordin'

Let's enjoy the moment with no 'Gram post

Women on the couches, don't bother us, let my man smoke

Rare occasions

Makin' sure what I sell triple when I hear inflation (Triple)

Hermès make her feel important, I got 'em wearin' H's (Uh)

VVSs, plain black tee, a pair of Asics

Look like I'm joggin', just tryna find where the nearest bank is (Where the bank?)

Only difference, we don't bank the same

I fucked the whole crowd up, that Pistons vs. the Pacers game (Everybody)

Seen white boys floatin' before I heard of David Blaine

I been through major pain, your Major Payne was with Damon Wayans (It's different)

I ain't go from train to train, I passed ports, plane to plane (We outtie)

Consider you a player, no complaining, go and play the game (Focus up)

Uh, ten toes down on the pavement, just keep it solid

Music and violence, we gotta keep a balance, uh

Clip him, he out of bounds, we X him out if he ain't foulin'

I see ghost and I can chef it like **** in Staten Island

This rap shit dryin', I'm thirsty, I need a gallon

40 with some talons, ****, these young **** is wildin', dog

Been the one I been for real (Yeah), I'm the one gon' bend for real (Yeah)

Put 'em out that Benadryl, unload, then hop back in the wheel (Yeah)

Hear that shot, **** sprintin' like them pen reads, your men bleed

All they seen was Nike skis and NBs (They been fleas)

Exposin' ****

How you got Rickies on, owin' ****? (Huh?)

Told you **** they soft, you see the ho in **** (Hah)

Floatin' ****, I'm pushin' the water, I'm rowin', just got a load in

Cream soda, droppin' a four in, I split his head, I'm lockin' the tour, ah (Yeah)

My 45th and my strip, we leave that body cold

Tag toes, run down on them bum-ass hoes (Let's go)

Catch 'em while they sleep, left about a week

'Til I see the ambulance and coroners with white sheets (Ah)

Better know my bro beef is my beef (Huh?), my beef is right beef (Huh?)

Big chop under the right seat, big Glock under the wifebeat' (Bah)

Shout out to the lifies (Woo), locked in, send a kite deep (Yeah)

Never, never say a word, though, stand tall like an Eiffy

These **** don't like me (Huh?), your bitch crib where I might be (Yeah)

Or in New York with Dave East, on them floor seats with Spike Lee (Yeah)

Uh, ten toes down on the pavement, just keep it solid

Music and violence, we gotta keep a balance, uh

Clip him, he out of bounds, we X him out if he ain't foulin'

I see ghost and I can chef it like **** in Staten Island

This rap shit dryin', I'm thirsty, I need a gallon

40 with some talons, ****, these young **** is wildin', dog