10 2 10 lyrics

[Intro]

I'ma be paid forever

I look up, Finally Famous, nigga

[Chorus]

I woke up working like I'm Mexican

That mean I work from 10 to 10

Then 10 to 10, then 10 again

Nightmares of losing everything boost my adrenaline

[Verse 1]

All this bread can’t be too good for my cholesterol

Don’t come round talking loudly, fucking up my repertoire, dawg

I can’t lie bruh, lately I’ve been stressing heavily

I'm sipping, popping, smoking on whatever take the pressure off

You bitch you, FF Imperial

'Til my burial, dodging every bullet and venereal

Anti-fuckboy material, 'til I’m dead, I’m living proof

If you focus on what’s in front of ya and not what’s in the peripheral

It’s gone, word? Boy I seen drama on drama

Drama on drama, over comma on comma

I’m bringing home dead prez, my house done feel like it's haunted

I put the city on my back, right along with my garments

Went to sleep, snoring

[Chorus]

I woke up working like I'm Mexican

That mean I work from 10 to 10

Then 10 to 10, then 10 again

Nightmares of losing everything boost my adrenaline

[Verse 2]

I got three jobs like I'm Jamaican though

I need three wives like I was Haitian though

One cook, one clean, the other PMS’ing

No hablo inglés if police ask questions

We don’t know what that mean, nigga

They say Detroit going through the Great Depression

Still it’s been depressed so long, I can’t even tell depression here

My homeboy still gon’ pull up on them rims big as a Ferris wheel

So many rides up on the curb, my lil cuz thought the fair was here

Like oh, I'm primo, top spot redeemed ho

For who? My team

And we might take a trip to Jamaica, Montego

Pussy and flamingos

Got me thinking fuck I need to sleep for? Huh

[Chorus]

I woke up working like I'm Mexican

That mean I work from 10 to 10

Then 10 to 10, then 10 again

Nightmares of losing everything boost my adrenaline

[Outro]

Nightmares of losing everything boost my adrenaline

Ayy, lemme get the, uh, lil bitch