"10 Speed (Remix)" lyrics
Rikanatti, KXNG Crooked & Capo Corleone Lyrics
(feat. Curren$y, Dizzy Wright, Ca$his & Demrick)
Yeah yeah yeah
East side on mine
Just like every time
Uh
Father forgive me, I had a car at twelve
Every shorty on the nine knew the dope line and I supply myself
Just to get to school had to go through the trays and all AZ well's
I was off in the Taylor's getting a little paper little nigga raw as hell
Niggas can't talk that bang life 'cause you's a rapper though
I was selling blowz, I was toten poles popping opperz in my active mode
Lyricist living my lyrics oh, you niggas know
Pick up pounds and roll and plant my seeds all around the globe
You boy lovers and me I be around the hoes
On my dapper damn but the G on my waist ain't for no Gucci though
The type of dude that bitches go pop their coochies for
Niggas known for selling dog food, Eukanuba that's stupid though
I'ma keep acoustics and move units of music bro
'Cause I ain't got time for no cell nor sitting in no cubicle
Weak niggas is bitch and they useless bro
I be puffing on some haterz souls that I used to know, proven flow
Crossed over my first song, got hooper dough
Cops some trees and sold some PZ, hundred packs, I'm moving ghosts
No need for metaphors, my nigga 'cause I'm like me
A real nigga to the core, is something you can't G
For real
Yeah I'm a arsonist rapping, I got larceny habits
Bad karma from trapping in that pharmacy racket
I got archery tactics when I'm sparking these ratchets
All my bars'll be classic, Def Jam varsity jacket
And the beach with my friends, know some dogs and some locs
Ten speed was a Schwinn, tennis balls and the spokes
You involved with the GOAT, look at all of them notes
They just hit through the wire, Yeezy jaw when it broke
'Cause God meant me to push Bentleys
Vision board, I'm a ball, lyricism is the sword
I'm a draw, nigga tell the prison warden fuck the law, living like extension cords
In the wall, got the plug, hit your boy, get it all, dipping in the 64 with my dogs
Riding round with my dogs, long Beach Boulevard
East side is looking hard, that's 'cause we really are
We sliding out, we outside, no hiding out
Don't try 'em out, block back, we gon' buy 'em out
And I ain't got nothing to lie about
God meant me to push Bentleys
I been picturing this since I was on my ten-speed
God meant me to push Bentleys
I been picturing this since I was on my ten-speed
God meant me to push Bentleys
I been picturing this since I was on my ten-speed
Andretti Cannabis Company, we peddling this weed
150 G's, mid-mounted engine with 2 seats
I kill beats professionally and they looking for leads
Left a few intentionally
Makes it more interesting, all of this water clean
Spot-free, rinse my Impala parked behind the fence
Rolling baby, we gon' let the smoke do the tint
They can't get a glimpse but they know that's him
Yeah yeah
Yeah back in SP, I had a ten-speed
I have visions of riches, I have visions to be
On a terrace out in Paris now reality (yeah)
Troubles in my past, bubbles in my dreams
Back in the day when I wanted to pray
I rode around around the block
Visions beginning of windows that tinted
I knew that I'd never give up (never give up)
I knew that if timid I rise to the image of baller infinite and what
Fuck did I do I get all of it, yeah boy this what's up
Childhood on the ten speed, look what Capo dreamt up
Back to back living overseas, whenever I feel in a rut
White boy sipping Sangiovese, vintage all in my cup
And I gotta answer to nobody but a bad shorty I won
I could reminisce on that old shit, but the truth is there's a ton
We ain't speaking those tongues, we just seeking on funds
I gotta give it up most high not to boast I'll never front
Got hella shit that I'm thankful for and that ten-speed is just one
Retaliation season, my night's a little more sleepless
No force-feeding my crib feel like the four seasons
Manifested pockets anorexic, mental completion
No skin color judging only the color you bleeding
Perfecto trapping at that Texaco balling like la Melo
It's levels to this shit I'm past participating meadows
Kick that shit that they won't tell you, seen a couple casualties
Prepare me for the things that scare you, hopped in that Benz like where to
We on the way to the dispensary to grab that dizzy OG
And some stony P to roll and chief, flow elite
No we don't know defeat, most retreat
I oppose those that sowed deceit
Yeah I keep receipts, slide on my ten-speed seat
Dreaming of some high-price sneaks
When I see that Bentley creep it, really felt out of reach
I had an epiphany, I could rich and my bitch could be rocking Tiffany
Long as I work religiously to get this green, for real
Father forgive me, for getting money and smoking weed
In these niggas knowing they can't do shit with me
Father forgive me, for rolling fancy cars
Rocking golden chains and beating niggas up, I'm a shooting star
Father forgive me, forgive me for getting all this bread
Father forgive me if they trip, I'm going upside they head
Father forgive me for being just like me
I'm bogish like I'm 'posed to be, for real
Ay it's ya boy Rikanatti and that was a motherfucking banger
Run that shit back
East side on mine
Just like every time
Uh
Father forgive me, I had a car at twelve
Every shorty on the nine knew the dope line and I supply myself
Just to get to school had to go through the trays and all AZ well's
I was off in the Taylor's getting a little paper little nigga raw as hell
Niggas can't talk that bang life 'cause you's a rapper though
I was selling blowz, I was toten poles popping opperz in my active mode
Lyricist living my lyrics oh, you niggas know
Pick up pounds and roll and plant my seeds all around the globe
You boy lovers and me I be around the hoes
On my dapper damn but the G on my waist ain't for no Gucci though
The type of dude that bitches go pop their coochies for
Niggas known for selling dog food, Eukanuba that's stupid though
I'ma keep acoustics and move units of music bro
'Cause I ain't got time for no cell nor sitting in no cubicle
Weak niggas is bitch and they useless bro
I be puffing on some haterz souls that I used to know, proven flow
Crossed over my first song, got hooper dough
Cops some trees and sold some PZ, hundred packs, I'm moving ghosts
No need for metaphors, my nigga 'cause I'm like me
A real nigga to the core, is something you can't G
For real
Yeah I'm a arsonist rapping, I got larceny habits
Bad karma from trapping in that pharmacy racket
I got archery tactics when I'm sparking these ratchets
All my bars'll be classic, Def Jam varsity jacket
And the beach with my friends, know some dogs and some locs
Ten speed was a Schwinn, tennis balls and the spokes
You involved with the GOAT, look at all of them notes
They just hit through the wire, Yeezy jaw when it broke
'Cause God meant me to push Bentleys
Vision board, I'm a ball, lyricism is the sword
I'm a draw, nigga tell the prison warden fuck the law, living like extension cords
In the wall, got the plug, hit your boy, get it all, dipping in the 64 with my dogs
Riding round with my dogs, long Beach Boulevard
East side is looking hard, that's 'cause we really are
We sliding out, we outside, no hiding out
Don't try 'em out, block back, we gon' buy 'em out
And I ain't got nothing to lie about
God meant me to push Bentleys
I been picturing this since I was on my ten-speed
God meant me to push Bentleys
I been picturing this since I was on my ten-speed
God meant me to push Bentleys
I been picturing this since I was on my ten-speed
Andretti Cannabis Company, we peddling this weed
150 G's, mid-mounted engine with 2 seats
I kill beats professionally and they looking for leads
Left a few intentionally
Makes it more interesting, all of this water clean
Spot-free, rinse my Impala parked behind the fence
Rolling baby, we gon' let the smoke do the tint
They can't get a glimpse but they know that's him
Yeah yeah
Yeah back in SP, I had a ten-speed
I have visions of riches, I have visions to be
On a terrace out in Paris now reality (yeah)
Troubles in my past, bubbles in my dreams
Back in the day when I wanted to pray
I rode around around the block
Visions beginning of windows that tinted
I knew that I'd never give up (never give up)
I knew that if timid I rise to the image of baller infinite and what
Fuck did I do I get all of it, yeah boy this what's up
Childhood on the ten speed, look what Capo dreamt up
Back to back living overseas, whenever I feel in a rut
White boy sipping Sangiovese, vintage all in my cup
And I gotta answer to nobody but a bad shorty I won
I could reminisce on that old shit, but the truth is there's a ton
We ain't speaking those tongues, we just seeking on funds
I gotta give it up most high not to boast I'll never front
Got hella shit that I'm thankful for and that ten-speed is just one
Retaliation season, my night's a little more sleepless
No force-feeding my crib feel like the four seasons
Manifested pockets anorexic, mental completion
No skin color judging only the color you bleeding
Perfecto trapping at that Texaco balling like la Melo
It's levels to this shit I'm past participating meadows
Kick that shit that they won't tell you, seen a couple casualties
Prepare me for the things that scare you, hopped in that Benz like where to
We on the way to the dispensary to grab that dizzy OG
And some stony P to roll and chief, flow elite
No we don't know defeat, most retreat
I oppose those that sowed deceit
Yeah I keep receipts, slide on my ten-speed seat
Dreaming of some high-price sneaks
When I see that Bentley creep it, really felt out of reach
I had an epiphany, I could rich and my bitch could be rocking Tiffany
Long as I work religiously to get this green, for real
Father forgive me, for getting money and smoking weed
In these niggas knowing they can't do shit with me
Father forgive me, for rolling fancy cars
Rocking golden chains and beating niggas up, I'm a shooting star
Father forgive me, forgive me for getting all this bread
Father forgive me if they trip, I'm going upside they head
Father forgive me for being just like me
I'm bogish like I'm 'posed to be, for real
Ay it's ya boy Rikanatti and that was a motherfucking banger
Run that shit back
