Perc 10 (feat. Antrax)
Perc on me perc on me like 10
Be right back but where have I been
Didn't intend to turn it to a sin
Lord knows that I've been a good kid
But been a minute since I got to the trenches
If I go broke I won't accept it
Time ticks time is of the essence
Born in 1999 and I meant it
Honda Accord
I just pulled up to the city to collect a bag now I'm moving forward
I've been on the fucken road always on go mode I might cross the boarder
Preparation for the future by association had to come with honor
If I ever fuck up ima plead the fifth come talk to my lawyer
I made a promise to myself
I can't be like nobody else (look)
Used to get down on them books
Won't forget about my roots evidently grew outtta my shoes
Now everything is getting figured out how the fuck did I do
(Did I just get interviewed bro?)
Black top, new shoes, ballin out, like all out
Like who knew, not you
Obviously I got obligated to become one of the greatest money calling up
So I finna fucken chase it
Remember that I'm problematic and I fuck it up
In a sense its amazing
Perc on me perc on me like 10
Be right back but where have I been
Didn't intend to turn it to a sin
Lord knows that I've been a good kid
But been a minute since I got to the trenches
If I go broke I won't accept it
Time ticks time is of the essence
Born in 1999 and I meant it
Born in 1999 and I meant it
Born in 1999 and I meant it
Born in 1999 and I meant it
If I go broke I won't accept it
Time ticks time is of the essence
Where have I been? Out here to win
Gold on my fist like I am a brick
Gimme the pack and you know I'ma flip
Perc on me perc on me like 10
Don't feel the same without my meds
Get the bag, then I run It back
No I never slack when Im on the track
Pop me a bean and then I'll feel great
Most niggas just jealous, different tax bracket, fully automatic, Ayy
Perc on me perc on me again
Perc on me mix it with the juice
Perc on me take it with the blues
Perc on me yo bitch getting screwed
No I'm not done yet, I came to conquest
This ain't a contest, crazy like mosh pit
Fucking with me and I'll leave your ass heartless
Out here making money all day
Road running call it paper chase
How do I feel my nigga I'm great
My nigga I'm great
Perc on me perc on me like 10
Be right back but where have I been
Didn't intend to turn it to a sin
Lord knows that I've been a good kid
But been a minute since I got to the trenches
If I go broke I won't accept it
Time ticks time is of the essence
Born in 1999 and I meant it
Be right back but where have I been
Didn't intend to turn it to a sin
Lord knows that I've been a good kid
But been a minute since I got to the trenches
If I go broke I won't accept it
Time ticks time is of the essence
Born in 1999 and I meant it
Honda Accord
I just pulled up to the city to collect a bag now I'm moving forward
I've been on the fucken road always on go mode I might cross the boarder
Preparation for the future by association had to come with honor
If I ever fuck up ima plead the fifth come talk to my lawyer
I made a promise to myself
I can't be like nobody else (look)
Used to get down on them books
Won't forget about my roots evidently grew outtta my shoes
Now everything is getting figured out how the fuck did I do
(Did I just get interviewed bro?)
Black top, new shoes, ballin out, like all out
Like who knew, not you
Obviously I got obligated to become one of the greatest money calling up
So I finna fucken chase it
Remember that I'm problematic and I fuck it up
In a sense its amazing
Perc on me perc on me like 10
Be right back but where have I been
Didn't intend to turn it to a sin
Lord knows that I've been a good kid
But been a minute since I got to the trenches
If I go broke I won't accept it
Time ticks time is of the essence
Born in 1999 and I meant it
Born in 1999 and I meant it
Born in 1999 and I meant it
Born in 1999 and I meant it
If I go broke I won't accept it
Time ticks time is of the essence
Where have I been? Out here to win
Gold on my fist like I am a brick
Gimme the pack and you know I'ma flip
Perc on me perc on me like 10
Don't feel the same without my meds
Get the bag, then I run It back
No I never slack when Im on the track
Pop me a bean and then I'll feel great
Most niggas just jealous, different tax bracket, fully automatic, Ayy
Perc on me perc on me again
Perc on me mix it with the juice
Perc on me take it with the blues
Perc on me yo bitch getting screwed
No I'm not done yet, I came to conquest
This ain't a contest, crazy like mosh pit
Fucking with me and I'll leave your ass heartless
Out here making money all day
Road running call it paper chase
How do I feel my nigga I'm great
My nigga I'm great
Perc on me perc on me like 10
Be right back but where have I been
Didn't intend to turn it to a sin
Lord knows that I've been a good kid
But been a minute since I got to the trenches
If I go broke I won't accept it
Time ticks time is of the essence
Born in 1999 and I meant it
Credits
Writer(s): Fiji O.z.
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