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      Ten Nine Fourteen

      Bryson Tiller

      Album: Trapsoul

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      Bryson Tiller - Ten Nine Fourteen Música y Letra

      So, ever since October
      Living out my dreams, they got a lot closer
      Had to do it for my daughter before she got older
      Had to wake the sleepers up, bitch I got Folgers
      I'm the realest nigga out, remember I told ya
      Guess I'm dirty city raised, but I'm not local
      Now they actin' like they kin, I do not know them
      I've been prospering ever since I dropped "Don't", nigga
      But it don't stop here, I gotta keep it goin', keep it goin'
      Keep that hate coming my nigga, I'ma keep ignoring
      God Tiller, your flow so prehistoric
      Got, got killers, smoke yours or put me in the corner
      I'm Cassius, my nigga put me in the corner
      Versus anybody, really show me my opponent
      They coming for my head, I'm like Makonnen
      Kill them all, send 'em my condolences
      
      And I'm back, back, back on my bullshit nigga
      Do I miss doing this shit, just for fun, just a little
      Now, I do it for funds, that's facts, fundamentals
      For a house up on the makers, lawyers, doctors, my neighbors
      Everyday I say my prayers, terminators, portrayers
      Now the man is blessing me, first the man was testing me
      I went through the storm not knowing whether it was green on the other side or not
      That shit would bring out the best of me
      I'm so true with it, who are you kidding
      12 asked what I do for a living, told them Google it
      I'm so rude with it, and the youngin' doing it
      You don't know what I been through nigga
      This the truth nigga, oh my goodness
      Spittin' flames in the booth, nigga, oh my goodness
      God really came through for me, oh my goodness
      I can give a fuck about you, and your mothafuckin' crew
      That's ain't something I would do, no I wouldn't
      Ya dig?
      
      (Laughs)
      Yeah
      I just gotta let this shit rid man
      (Ya dig)
      Uh, I feel like Weezy F Baby sometimes
      Carter 3 Wayne, Carter 4 Wayne
      Carter 5, man where that shit at?
      Yessir
      
      You know me, I gotta keep it real on this shit
      My shawty mama put me out the crib, nigga I was payin' bills
      Almost got a third job, she don't know the way it feels
      But look, look at how a nigga living
      My dream just got a little more vivid
      And I'm starting to see a whole lot more friendlies
      But I don't want too many, no I don't want too many, no way
      City to city
      Never forget that phone call I got from Timbo and Richie
      When I was in Philly, that's when I knew this shit wasn't given
      Then shit really got crazy when, got the kicks from Drizzy
      Well, the recognition from Drizzy alone
      I remember when they slept on me: memory foam
      Can't believe Timbo the king just sent me back home
      But now that boy getting on, my nigga give me the throne
      Ya dig?
      Yup, I know the people they diggin' me now
      The cools kids from high school can't sit with me now
      My baby mama's mama can't say shit to me now
      What did she do wrong? She better figure it out
      You better, I done grew into a wise young fella
      This is true shit, you know Tiller goin' tell 'em
      I'll tell 'em the truth, I'll tell 'em the truth, I'll tell 'em the truth
      The whole truth, yeah
      I'll tell 'em the truth, I'll tell 'em the truth, I'll tell 'em the trut
      The whole truth, ay, baby yeah

      Bryson Tiller - Ten Nine Fourteen Música y Letra

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