Kin & Folk - 10,000 Hours Lyrics

Shit I been working for years
It's been blood sweat and tears
Only god that I fear (GOD)
Hell nah you can't interfere
You can't even come near
This shit is dear to me
I just might dearly depart you sincerely
Killing off enemies fearlessly
F*ck all that shit you can't get to me
I know that you niggas envy me
But I ain't showing no sympathy

All today to flex my rims
Glide on schemes I stack my bill
Tab on tongue I'm tripping still
Ganja rolled cut tree like mill
Use my soul prepare yo meal
Ride inside just lose ya will
Lost my mind and grip of real
Now I can't even grab the wheel

I been the only one that kept it real
Losing my field of vision off the Henny
Driving Ms. Daisy going off the hill
I ain't got time to be talking to niggas and bitches
That f*ck and fold for a deal
Let me know just what you want
What you need what you bout but
Just know I don't care how you feel
Nigga I'm the greatest I ain't living in fear

Fear non-existent
Devil god they can't touch me
Want my soul but you won't love me
Hell or heaven I ain't fearing neither
Always rigor mortis got the maggots with me
Catch me under rotting willow tree
At a poison bayou I'm a Jester
Big lipped chaining all my slave master teeth

Shit I been working for years
It's been blood sweat and tears
Only god that I fear (GOD)
Hell nah you can't interfere
You can't even come near
This shit is dear to me
I just might dearly depart you sincerely
Killing off enemies fearlessly
F*ck all that shit you can't get to me
I know that you niggas envy me
But I ain't showing no sympathy

All today to flex my rims
Glide on schemes I stack my bill
Tab on tongue I'm tripping still
Ganja rolled cut tree like mill
Use my soul prepare yo meal
Ride inside just lose ya will
Lost my mind and grip of real
Now I can't even grab the wheel

Everyone asking for handouts
Look how everything panned out
They just sit back and just watch it expand out
Oh now they yo nigga and say they yo fam now
But they never stuck to the plan
Because they can't understand
I been told my momma and niggas
That Ima go get it
And make more than a hundred grand

And don't play us dog
Ima show you why I rap good
Singing like Simone
And bust like Ninas dog I'm that good
Blackened blood on leaves
Enemies on willow trees
Southern breeze had rappers wanting smoke
Why you think they dead hung day backwood

All today to flex my rims
Glide on schemes I stack my bill
Tab on tongue I'm tripping still
Ganja rolled cut tree like mill
Use my soul prepare yo meal
Ride inside just lose ya will
Lost my mind and grip of real
Now I can't even grab the wheel