10k Hrs (feat. Mick Jenkins, Roy Rutto & IhateyouALX)

I done put down 10,000 hours, who is next to me?

Nobody **** can't touch me in Slepacy

**** can't see me especially I'm one of them ones

Ralph Ellis in specialty I'm under the gun

Don't wait on the flop I'm shooting my shot

Might push it for fun, knew they would fall

They don't know the new shit is old We been through it

All that shit I'm kin to it I'm way too cold

No end to it with my dogs Feel like Big Ewing

More than Knicks when I put my pen to it I been dropping dimes

Crip keep watching dollars climb Enough money make them holla lies

Everybody can't have mob ties The ones that do is usually hog tied

See it clearer what the fuck I been in the mirror by my lonely

I'm no fog eye Let's be talking bout clothes

It's really only three seasons Don't have me touching on all sprites

You know how it goes I better glow up than that Lisa Ybarra

Oh, you love me now? That's the least of my problems

I'm balancing being a legend A student and better son

Credit good, record good GPA looking better Still sharper than steel

Nappy I ain't never sounded better No need to let em in

In the city of champions LD

Red Valley boys on a marathon It's natural

Making records and breaking records Pass the medals on

Push the pedal straight to the metal yelling Riding out on project

Got them picking up my clothes Mask off, no jewels on

Killing with shine and don't need my hands on Opening doors with all the locks on

Guess luck ain't shit We took the chance, dawg

I could never turn back Even without the tank, dawg

Loose tank, goddamn this instrumental off the goose mane

Hot down, when I get with you we gon' do things New sound is continental to my new space

New dance tangled together like my two chains Pipe down, you selling tapes but that shit bootleg

I'm ripping this hoo said, we tripping this loose chain

Up in this hoo do things, different I'm just saying

This pimping with no cane Who else bout to throw flame?

Cocaine Thinking it's a joke, I'm at your throat mane

Nova cane Taking what I wrote, that shit get sold

Just like some cocaine The propane spilled out the flow

They ain't hear bout it Got no name picked out the whole game

Drive out the slow lane Tripped out, got no shame

Hear bout you, give out you Sell crowds and sell out the whole thing

Fucking your favorite bitch because that's just what I do

And if I hit it you wouldn't notice cause the bitch is 5'2

Yeah I be out there by two And drop them kids off at school

Fuck keeping it short and sweet This ain't no written haiku

Yeah I be sideways hitting it driveway different You know this when the eyes get bigger

The lies come with it I did this before Friday Gotta go drive so Phoenix can hear this

I pop out the socket Get stomped out the mosh pit

But look how we profit The whole time been locked in

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