Interstate 10 (feat. Future)

Ooh, bitch, you're breaking a nigga heart (Breaking, yeah) Yeah The person they want a nigga to be (Where does she go?) This shit breaking my heart (The game) This shit never sleep (10 summers) Mustard on the beat Yeah, skinny jeans on me with extendo Hanging with them young niggas, flocking, pulling kick doors Yeah, we was hanging at the bando Fully loaded clip, went and stashed up a benzo Flew the dracos out at LA on a pj And we taking off no delay No delay, we taking off the murder rate Everything from chinchos to parquet Audemar baguette, have it tinted, better relay Money coming through, blue hundreds on impact Married to the game, caught new pinkstones No new friends, caught five new foes Extend money, need to be the right one Double up my cup, ooh-ooh pop one Copped new drops, upper echelon Hustlers made it look lavish In the middle of the night, go to saturn Two toned Patek, go spazzing Ten brand new whips in traffic No evidence, no lacking Bentley routine, go re-up Fully loaded magazine when you see us It's a full time job tryna stay on point Glock four-zero, hollow points Yeah, skinny jeans on me with extendo Hanging with them young niggas, flocking, pulling kick doors Yeah, we was hanging at the bando Fully loaded clip, went and stashed up a benzo Flew the dracos out at LA on a pj And we taking off no delay No delay, we taking off the murder rate Everything from chinchos to parquet Game chose me, ain't choose this Empty out the clip before you lose this If your city on your back and your shoulder You gotta rally, you gotta spray like a soldier Vultures, they come with the territory V12, your motor is mandatory Whipping the soda, be cool through the speed Make it on Interstate 10 and achieve This is not regular town, you gon' bleed Came from the game, ain't no trust, pushing keys From the cook up to the tour bus You see how far our ambition took us We bring all the hood niggas with us They non-believers, we made 'em believe us From my block to your block, they love homicide Looking like a foreign dealership outside Yeah, skinny jeans on me with extendo Hanging with them young niggas, flocking, pulling kick doors Yeah, we was hanging at the bando Fully loaded clip, went and stashed up a benzo Flew the dracos out at LA on a pj And we taking off no delay No delay, we taking off the murder rate Everything from chinchos to parquet Interstate 10 We risked it all to get it in And we would risk it again It's breaking my heart, this currency Knowing it's breaking me heart It's tearing me up, what you're doing to me It's tearing me apart This greed and this envy, I don't know where to go Don't know where to start