Ten/Rya Interlude (feat. Rya Maxwell)

Yeah, we turnt all the way to the max right now, nigga Bitch, I'm T'd right now, nigga Uh-huh, yeah (Cannon, Cannon went crazy) Yo' bitch know it, I swear, man, ah Lately I been fuckin' bitches by the twos (two) Gettin' millions by the twos (two) Black Cully, black seats, hop out in Chicago 2s (ah) Black 40, green beam punchin' like it's Rocky 2 They told me I wouldn't make it out, okay, I'm confused (what?) Yeah, that mission was impossible, but bitch, I'm Tommy Cruise Street nigga, yeah, my father never dropped me off at school (never) Kutter counted up a million on FaceTime, I got enthused (talk to 'em) Flew a ratchet out the Cabo, had her top me by the pool Yeah, judgin' by the jewels, you'd think we sold a lotta food Yeah, they said they gon' do somethin' to me, okay, I'm amused 'Cause they ain't got a clue, them niggas must don't watch the news (brrt) Niggas know just how we move, yeah I'm on ten (yeah-yeah, uh, whoa) I'm on ten (whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa) Bitch I'm T'd, I'm on ten (yeah) Turnt to the max, I'm on ten (yeah) I'm on ten, I'm on ten (yeah, ah) Bitch, I'm T'd, I'm on ten (uh, ah, ayy) Turnt to the max, I'm on ten (yeah-yeah) 50 racks in both pockets, bitch, I'm T'd (bitch, I'm T'd) I re'd up with all the profit, bitch, I'm T'd (I re'd up) I shot straight up to the top 'cause, bitch, I'm T'd It ain't shit that they could do to stop me, bitch, I'm T'd, fuck you mean, nigga? (Yeah) I'm on ten, my bitch is a ten, nickname Glock, the FN, my best friend Got a bulletproof Maybach, president Benz Just push that lil' button, them boys gon' spin (yeah) Just push that lil' button, send 'em boys to God I jump out the Porsche, but didn't go to the park You know I'm a king, cannot pull my card We push up on niggas like a broke garage (Yeah-yeah), yeah, long as I got me, I don't need your help Yeah, ten toes down, do this shit myself I'ma hustle, I'ma get it 'til my last breath Yeah, get back gang, put his brains on the steps I be swimmin' through the money like Michael Phelps I ran up the bag, still ain't caught cramps Everybody got sticks like we finna camp (baow) I'm on ten (I'm on T), I'm on ten (yeah, whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa) Bitch I'm T'd, I'm on ten (yeah, yeah) Turnt to the max, I'm on ten (I'm on ten, yeah) I'm on ten, I'm on ten (yeah, uh) Bitch I'm T'd, I'm on ten (ayy) Turnt to the max, I'm on ten (yeah-yeah) Brrt-tsah, Glizock, I'm on, pow-pow-pow, yeah, God, yeah, uh-uh I'm on ten (yeah-yeah, uh), I'm on ten (whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa) Bitch I'm T'd, I'm on ten (yeah) Turnt to the max, I'm on ten (I'm on ten, yeah) I'm on ten, I'm on ten (yeah, ah) Bitch I'm T'd, I'm on ten (ah, ayy) Turnt to the max, I'm on ten (yeah) I cannot be in no gang (no gang) even if I'm on my own (on my own) And I be gettin' real lit (gettin' real lit) even if I stay at home (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 cannot say here the same, no, this is not a game I'm goin' stupid, I'm goin' through it, I'm 'bout to shoot you like Cupid I'm goin' crazy, I'm 'bout to lose it, they tryna solve me like Rubix You was real dumb, you was real goofy, you had the chance and you blew it You was real numb, you was real lucid, you had a bag and you threw it Now you was never included, you was excluded You got some beef, we'll conclude it, you got some beef, we'll dispute it The streets is polluted with dead bodies and ran that through it You argue online for clout, you're nothin' without And I do not know how you even get around When you wear all these masks, then 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 shootin' at you and they shoot at your heart And they makin' sure it do not restart And now you was nothin' but part of the charts They drivin' by and they shoot you from the car If you get lucky, you get another chance, you better rethink and you better think hard You better end that beef, better stack up your money 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 'bout to start a tycoon, and I'm 'bout to get my stacks right too Stay goin' crazy, we go with the guys, ooh, we 'bout to stack up supplies (what? What?) We 'bout to go and shoot right to the sky like a nimbus cloud, I'm 'bout to take flight You don't put no effort, you never tried, you stayin' together, I promise you'll die And I am forever in, dead or alive, I'm married, but all you do is deny