Tryna make a wave like a speedboat
We slidin' like a ski slopes
For the love of the C-notes
Only love my people
Black and Filipino
Not to the police though
To them, I'm a target
Stealin' from Target
They burn your whole city and hate on your come up first
And it's a lot of town niggas that ain't come up first
I got dirt on my hands
I got blood on my shirt
Too many hands in my pot
I can not hold up the earth
Brother tryna hold me back
Baby, tryna hold me down
Niggas tryna hold me up
God seem like he holdin' out
Priors tryna hold me off
Women wanna hold all my valuables
When I can't even hold myself accountable
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Sometimes, I fall insidе this drank
And show my life away
I talk to God at night
I pray, for golden tidal waves
Wash mе a shore to another place
When I'm not at home, tucked off alone
Somewhere out on the road
I'm in survival mode
Forever stuck on ten (ten, ten, ten, ten), yeah
I still live on ten (ten, ten, ten, ten), yeah
Fuck just what, I'm on ten (ten, ten, ten, ten)
I miss when I was just ten (ten, ten, ten, ten)