Bryson Tiller - Ten Nine Fourteen lyrics
rate me(Verse)
Fasho
Ever since October
Livin out my dreams and 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
Yes I’m Derby city raised, but I’m not local
Now they actin' like they kin, I do not know them
I've been prosperin ever since I dropped "Don't", nigga
But it don't stop here, I gotta keep it goin', keep it goin'
Keep that hate comin my nigga, I'ma keep ignorin
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 comin for my head, I'm like Makonnen
Kill dem all, send 'em my condolences
(Verse)
And I'm back, back, back on my bullshit nigga
Do I miss doin 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 blessin me, first the man was testin me
I went throw the storm not knowin 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 kiddin?
Twelve asked what I do for a living, told dem Google it
I'm so rude with it, and the youngin' doin it
You don't know what I been throw nigga
This the truth nigga, ooh 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 muthafuckin' crew
That's ain't somethin I would do, no I wouldn't
Ya dig?
(Bridge)
Yah
I just gotta let this shit ride man
Uuh, I feel like Weezy F Baby sometimes
Carter three Wayne, Carter four Wayne
Carter five, man where that shit at?
(Verse)
You know me, I gotta keep it real on this shit
My shawty mamma 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 livin
My dream just got a little more vivid
And I'm startin 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 gettin on, my nigga give me the throne
Yup, I know the people they diggin' me now
The cool kids from high school can't sit with me now
My baby mamma's mamma 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, yah
I'll tell 'em the truth x 3
The whole truth, baby yah
