This is f*ckin' 10 Years right here man
Yo
Microphone check microphone check
Everybody now a days talkin' microphone check
How you claimin' you the best with nothin' show for it?
You say you doin' streams but frontin' like you a tourist
That's like.. Me sayin' I ain't never givin' rap up
Workin' for 10 years and teachin' all of your classes
Imagine if I threw it back to Simple Mathematics
24 Bars and Under Pressure those were classics..Yeah
I've been bullied and beat down
So when I see clowns I stomp'em out until they breathe ground
Till they spittin' up the dirt they pick from their teeth now
Ya'll see that i'm not playin' cause I speak from the streets now
This is homicide incarnate every word that I speak I promise
I say it with as much conviction incase you think that i'm dishonest
Crack you in the face, turn your jaw into a f*ckin' Faucet
Leakin' from a crevice you never had until I bombed it
Yeah..I can get gritty on this mic stand
Switchin' from the left ambidextrous with my right hand
The word plays different when you step into my mind fam
I left the doors unlocked come and step into my life fam
I'm at the studio speakin' up on my mental
Bottle of the whiskey got me feelin' presidential
Cruisin' with a fleet and the windows tinted out
Got my third eye open just incase you play the victim now
Uhh.. Bunch of roses in the back seat
If you ask me i'll say they represent the past me
Dyin' from the inside, showing until the last sec
Ya'll pass threats is the same way how I pass threads
Yeah.. A buck sixty like a sports car
Hardest worker in the room catch me doing your job
Couldn't tell me otherwise with these other guys
Nah replay that, shit's crazy let me state facts
I was workin' 9-5's now i'm workin' at my own pace
Never been a rabbit or turtle in my own race
Gym sweats and baggy hoodies always been my flex though
Runnin' off fear, now the nickname is Sinestro
Searchin' in my mind like who do I impress though?
Never had a reason to let go of this quest though
Now i'm at the end of my path, i'm out of breathe so
That's the end of that, a bunch of haters want to test though
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This is f*ckin' 10 Years right here man
Yo
Microphone check microphone check
Everybody now a days talkin' microphone check
How you claimin' you the best with nothin' show for it?
You say you doin' streams but frontin' like you a tourist
That's like.. Me sayin' I ain't never givin' rap up
Workin' for 10 years and teachin' all of your classes
Imagine if I threw it back to Simple Mathematics
24 Bars and Under Pressure those were classics..Yeah
I've been bullied and beat down
So when I see clowns I stomp'em out until they breathe ground
Till they spittin' up the dirt they pick from their teeth now
Ya'll see that i'm not playin' cause I speak from the streets now
This is homicide incarnate every word that I speak I promise
I say it with as much conviction incase you think that i'm dishonest
Crack you in the face, turn your jaw into a f*ckin' Faucet
Leakin' from a crevice you never had until I bombed it
Yeah..I can get gritty on this mic stand
Switchin' from the left ambidextrous with my right hand
The word plays different when you step into my mind fam
I left the doors unlocked come and step into my life fam
I'm at the studio speakin' up on my mental
Bottle of the whiskey got me feelin' presidential
Cruisin' with a fleet and the windows tinted out
Got my third eye open just incase you play the victim now
Uhh.. Bunch of roses in the back seat
If you ask me i'll say they represent the past me
Dyin' from the inside, showing until the last sec
Ya'll pass threats is the same way how I pass threads
Yeah.. A buck sixty like a sports car
Hardest worker in the room catch me doing your job
Couldn't tell me otherwise with these other guys
Nah replay that, shit's crazy let me state facts
I was workin' 9-5's now i'm workin' at my own pace
Never been a rabbit or turtle in my own race
Gym sweats and baggy hoodies always been my flex though
Runnin' off fear, now the nickname is Sinestro
Searchin' in my mind like who do I impress though?
Never had a reason to let go of this quest though
Now i'm at the end of my path, i'm out of breathe so
That's the end of that, a bunch of haters want to test though
Yo
Microphone check microphone check
Everybody now a days talkin' microphone check
How you claimin' you the best with nothin' show for it?
You say you doin' streams but frontin' like you a tourist
That's like.. Me sayin' I ain't never givin' rap up
Workin' for 10 years and teachin' all of your classes
Imagine if I threw it back to Simple Mathematics
24 Bars and Under Pressure those were classics..Yeah
I've been bullied and beat down
So when I see clowns I stomp'em out until they breathe ground
Till they spittin' up the dirt they pick from their teeth now
Ya'll see that i'm not playin' cause I speak from the streets now
This is homicide incarnate every word that I speak I promise
I say it with as much conviction incase you think that i'm dishonest
Crack you in the face, turn your jaw into a f*ckin' Faucet
Leakin' from a crevice you never had until I bombed it
Yeah..I can get gritty on this mic stand
Switchin' from the left ambidextrous with my right hand
The word plays different when you step into my mind fam
I left the doors unlocked come and step into my life fam
I'm at the studio speakin' up on my mental
Bottle of the whiskey got me feelin' presidential
Cruisin' with a fleet and the windows tinted out
Got my third eye open just incase you play the victim now
Uhh.. Bunch of roses in the back seat
If you ask me i'll say they represent the past me
Dyin' from the inside, showing until the last sec
Ya'll pass threats is the same way how I pass threads
Yeah.. A buck sixty like a sports car
Hardest worker in the room catch me doing your job
Couldn't tell me otherwise with these other guys
Nah replay that, shit's crazy let me state facts
I was workin' 9-5's now i'm workin' at my own pace
Never been a rabbit or turtle in my own race
Gym sweats and baggy hoodies always been my flex though
Runnin' off fear, now the nickname is Sinestro
Searchin' in my mind like who do I impress though?
Never had a reason to let go of this quest though
Now i'm at the end of my path, i'm out of breathe so
That's the end of that, a bunch of haters want to test though
Writer: Stephen Yannone
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