Stand On Ten
It's funny cuz they think I'm not him
When I am though
Put down the pole
Cuz you is not finna blam bro
Said he wanted smoke
Now he a fan
Where you stand bro?
And I ain't with the shits
But I been known to stand on ten though
This the one to shake them suckas up
All these rappers fuck with me
But they know they can't fuck with us
I know I got em mad
They up and down like this shit double dutch
And how I see it
Suckas known to shoot before they knuckle up
So
Put that pistol down
Before you let your nuts hang
I am not no gangsta
But my brother might just bust brain
I been tryna pray
While the devil want me switch lanes
Never sell my soul
But still gone be up with them big names
That's big facts
All my raps never cap
I was sitting in the back
Now my name on the map
What's the deal
Yall ain't ever rap without cap
That's a fact
Plus I heard that you be posted w them rats
Keep it real
It's funny cuz they think I'm not him
When I am though
Put down the pole
Cuz you is not finna blam bro
Said he wanted smoke
Now he a fan
Where you stand bro?
I ain't with the shits
But I been known to stand on ten though
Hold up wait a minute
Let me get back on my level
I got haters in the rear view
But my biggest opp the devil
I'm gone slide
He done talked enough
I'm sending shots right through his eye
Then we gone pop out at the party with the gang
I'm like surprise
Lil bitch
I ain't going in
If bro can't go in with his stick
I feel like SOB
Its strictly only brothers in this bitch
So he can't get inside my session
I be really with the hits
When I step up on the stage
Them suckas duck
Cuz I'm gone let it off
Spit bars like bullets
If you pussy
You gone set it off
Yall ain't want no beef
If I was y'all I would just dead it all
I'm gone keep the peace
But if you push me
I'm gone let it fall
I kneel before my God
So I can stand in front of many men
Y'all done got it twisted
On the beat ill murder any man
When I dig the ditch, I pick the beat
It all go hand in hand
Uh
It all go hand in hand
I'm that fat boy
That been known to steal yo bitch
Nun u could do abt it
Ask around the bay
Ans they gone say
I made some hits about it
Diss me to my face
If I don't slap you
They know I allowed it
Walk in with the gang
And all them suckas run they bitch up out it
That's big facts
All my raps never cap
I was sitting in the back
Now my name on the map
What's the deal
Yall ain't ever rap without cap
That's a fact
Plus I heard that you be posted w them rats
Keep it real
Motherfucker keep it real
When I am though
Put down the pole
Cuz you is not finna blam bro
Said he wanted smoke
Now he a fan
Where you stand bro?
And I ain't with the shits
But I been known to stand on ten though
This the one to shake them suckas up
All these rappers fuck with me
But they know they can't fuck with us
I know I got em mad
They up and down like this shit double dutch
And how I see it
Suckas known to shoot before they knuckle up
So
Put that pistol down
Before you let your nuts hang
I am not no gangsta
But my brother might just bust brain
I been tryna pray
While the devil want me switch lanes
Never sell my soul
But still gone be up with them big names
That's big facts
All my raps never cap
I was sitting in the back
Now my name on the map
What's the deal
Yall ain't ever rap without cap
That's a fact
Plus I heard that you be posted w them rats
Keep it real
It's funny cuz they think I'm not him
When I am though
Put down the pole
Cuz you is not finna blam bro
Said he wanted smoke
Now he a fan
Where you stand bro?
I ain't with the shits
But I been known to stand on ten though
Hold up wait a minute
Let me get back on my level
I got haters in the rear view
But my biggest opp the devil
I'm gone slide
He done talked enough
I'm sending shots right through his eye
Then we gone pop out at the party with the gang
I'm like surprise
Lil bitch
I ain't going in
If bro can't go in with his stick
I feel like SOB
Its strictly only brothers in this bitch
So he can't get inside my session
I be really with the hits
When I step up on the stage
Them suckas duck
Cuz I'm gone let it off
Spit bars like bullets
If you pussy
You gone set it off
Yall ain't want no beef
If I was y'all I would just dead it all
I'm gone keep the peace
But if you push me
I'm gone let it fall
I kneel before my God
So I can stand in front of many men
Y'all done got it twisted
On the beat ill murder any man
When I dig the ditch, I pick the beat
It all go hand in hand
Uh
It all go hand in hand
I'm that fat boy
That been known to steal yo bitch
Nun u could do abt it
Ask around the bay
Ans they gone say
I made some hits about it
Diss me to my face
If I don't slap you
They know I allowed it
Walk in with the gang
And all them suckas run they bitch up out it
That's big facts
All my raps never cap
I was sitting in the back
Now my name on the map
What's the deal
Yall ain't ever rap without cap
That's a fact
Plus I heard that you be posted w them rats
Keep it real
Motherfucker keep it real
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Writer(s): Noah Chand
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