Lyrics:
a smoker last weekend
Dodged a policeman workin' for his big homie
Small time hustler, graduated to a brick on him
Ten thousand dollars out of a project
ten long years this May
(You've got to work, you've got to work, you've got to work)
You've been working and saving for your Jamaican dream
Paradise
ten long years this May
(You've got to work, you've got to work, you've got to work)
You've been working and saving for your Jamaican dream
Paradise
'Cause me and Dolph got the same Bentley (Dolph)
Went to my grandma house, ten million in the same kitchen (ten)
I'm Kurt Cobain, I'm goin' insane, feel
He's out in the woods with his squirrel gun
To try to recapture his anger
He's screaming some words at the top of his lungs
Until he begins
Stay down, with no faking
Go up, top-down
I've been racing (go up)
She wild and dangerous (go up)
My crowd in rotation
Yeah!
Are you on ten yet?
of the road Joe
I'm savin' my money I'll be goin' home soon
Ain't it funny how things don't work out the way you had 'em planned
One day you just turn around
I dedicate this song to the workin' man
For ever' mabn that puts in a hard
Eight or ten hours a day of work and toil and sweat
Always got somebody
high I leave stars in
The eyes of Medusa
Top ten, parley like Cochran, it's often
Narrow margin
Of your odds to dodge the marksman
Murder rap, kill you
beep)
Niggas ain't gotta respect
Niggas just gotta accept ('cept)
I put that top left (ayy)
I love my crodie to death (Codeine)
Hype Williams, Lil' X
Imma' be paid forever
I look up
Finally Famous nigga
I woke up working like a Mexican
That mean I work from 10 to 10
Then 10 to 10, then 10 again
I dedicate this song to the workin' man
For every man that puts in eight or ten hard hours a day
Of work and toil and sweat
Always got somebody
does not come out of the sky
He starts to work at ten
To reach the top, you gotta keep trying
Over and over and over and over
And over and over again
And this ain't like any top ten of mine
I arrived at Wembley ahead of time
And that's stadiums, man are aliens
I drink supermalt and Vibranium
I got
of God, I'ma rise to the top, it's
[Chorus:]
Uncle L (uhh!) (repeat 16X)
Baby gotta eat (gotta eat)
Yeah (yeah)
Off the top (off the top)
Slick patna (slick patna)
Know about it (know about it)
Jump back (jump back)
lose ya
Verbal high I leave stars in the eyes of Medusa
Top ten, parley like Cochran, it's often
Narrow margin, of your odds to dodge the marksman
lose ya
Verbal high I leave stars in the eyes of Medusa
Top ten, parley like Cochran, it's often
Narrow margin, of your odds to dodge the marksman
that up top, that OVO and that XO) X-O
(That north north, that up top, that OVO and that XO) ooh yeah
(That north north, that up top, that OVO and that
and he all on me,
Could he be a fan of me?,
Or could he see that I'm Missy?
[Chorus x2]
Eh baby!
Why you trippin for?
Cause I'm on top
know you
How you played me for a fool
Barking at the wrong tree
Now you turn into my enemy
I planned it all like
I tried to test
[Chorus: x
Missy?
Hook (2x)
Eh baby!
Why u trippin for?
Cause I'm on top and you're down below,
You want me and you want my dough,
Cause if its my dough
Huh, Gucci
XO (yeah)
1-0 (yeah)
1-7 (yeah)
Brrr! Brrr! Go!
The kid back on the whiskey
Virginia Black got me tipsy
I'm in L.A. like I'm
cut
Cause my life just burned out
So I keep down in a wollen town??
Till I reach the top
What a world
What a world [x4]
A little boy from
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