10 Toes (feat. Ganja Killz & Beemurk)

You ain't never felt this pain that I felt
No it ain't about the fame its the wealth
But I strive for it
Twenty four seven I know that I was destined for this
There's no question
Been thru it all
I stay ten toes on my own
I stay ten toes on my own
You wasn't round for me when I was down
I be a clown if I bring you around

A lot been on my mind so I put it in a song
Even if I'm moving right
They gone say I'm moving wrong
I done stressed a thousand nights
And I'm still plugging along
Get this shit up out my sight
Know what fuck it man I'm gone
Running wild up in the storm
My first name should be Von
I'm a king like I'm Don
I ride with my arm
And I ride for my Mom
I remember days ya were all rocking Toms
You can't speak the language so you say we speak in tongue
I can't fuck with ya so I just stay with my ones
201 show me love man they treat me like the plug
Cops locked me down try label me a thug
They can't wait to hate so they never showing love
I been on the road I ain't worried bout no dub
Never looking back
I'm just focused on the front
Niggas gone hate I already know whatssup
Pullup with your crew I ain't even gone stunt

You ain't never felt this pain that I felt
No it ain't about the fame its the wealth
But I strive for it
Twenty four seven I know that I was destined for this
There's no question
Been thru it all
I stay ten toes on my own
I stay ten toes on my own
You wasn't round for me when I was down
I be a clown if I bring you around

I said I pull it all on the line for a Grammy
I hit it once and then I toss that bitch a plan B
They see I got the drip and that I'm fancy
Twelve car garage man the haters can't stand me
Percocets got me feeling outstanding
High up off this earth and I don't know when I'm landing
I mix the wock inside the Fanta
Got a bad bitch but she live out in Atlanta
Said she's making bands she a dancer
Foreign she ain't whipping no Lancer
Smoke steaming like its terminal cancer
When it comes to the flow I'm the master
Drive reckless I been pushing it faster
Rolling up and I don't think that I'm passing
Niggas fake like they were made out of plastic
Want smoke then nigga it could get tragic
Only wish is I pullup in a Cadi
I got niggas say they dying to blast me
Til they see me and they walking right past me

You ain't never felt this pain that I felt
No it ain't about the fame its the wealth
But I strive for it
Twenty four seven I know that I was destined for this
There's no question
Been thru it all
I stay ten toes on my own
I stay ten toes on my own
You wasn't round for me when I was down
I be a clown if I bring you around



Credits
Writer(s): Christian Fetch
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