(What happened? Haha)

(Hey, Tony)

It's a'ight, bae

Why you tight? Why you tight? It's a'ight, bae

You be lyin', I be lyin', think we lifemates

Is you a demon in disguise? Is this a blind date? (Uh)

When we link, be on that time, for my time sake

It cost some G's to hit up 9 for my rhyme rate

You take a peek into my spot, might up the crime rate

Yeah, we be eatin' appetizers and the entrees

Ain't in the street, we in the sty', I'm like Beyoncé

I'm doin' schemes, I say the price, it make your mind change

I'm cool to be the way I'm dancin', I'm like Mike J

Wrong time, but I'm always in the right place

Long grinder, it's gon' always bring you life face

Still a rookie, you can see me in your prime days

I'm never shook when it's just me and all the lime fade

You tryna book me, more than three 'cause I'm not André

I guess he took me for a demon, now his mom hate me

Let my homie do that screen, hit that LeBron fade

I remember fittin' CD's in my pop's basement

Now, I'm quick to fix a **** over hot tape

10K the militia, bitch, we not playin'

Why you tight? Why you tight? Why you tight?

Size small Pro Club, white fit tight

Need a shorty like my spice, strong and dark as midnight

Roll my sheet up like it's art, roll my sheet up like a kite

If I roll my sheet up with no funnel, then that bitch won't hit right

Tryna bring my bibby in the club with me, bring it on a flight

Trade my right hand for a bibby, I don't even wanna write

I'm out packin' more out of Philly with my brother big MIKE

Where you at? I'm gettin' money now, it's nothin' to catch a flight

But this my line, it's many like it in the world, but this one mine

10K soldiers never late, we right on time

It's 10K a soul just for appearance, bottom line

Bunch of Nemos on my line, I got T. Rowe on my line

Tryna make it with this rap shit, too much street shit on my mind

I just want to be happy, is that too much to ask?

I just want to make somethin' that's for me and mine

Ayy, 10K