"10 Toes Down" lyrics

You know what I do
Niggas know, niggas know what I do

Went back and forth with the system, pockets empty, I'm itchin' (Broke)
No complaining, youngin 'round my way, they tell you stop bitchin' (Stop bitchin')
No class like I just got suspended
His mama smokin' glass, it's hard for him to break down the way he been livin' (Hard)
Magazines all in his crib, but he ain't make no subscription
Scared to pop a Perc' now, that Fetty Wap got him dippin' (Fetty)
From the block to the prison, catch a shot from a distance (Bah)
This shit get deep like the pockets on Dickies, stop and they friskin'
Gotta have it near you, if it ain't on you, just tryna warn you (Metal)
When they storm through, it's like a new tattoo the way they on you
Mafia shit, walk through the kitchen to eat, some dress formal (Some)
Tappin' glasses, celebratin', and it's private, no recordin'
Let's enjoy the moment with no 'Gram post
Women on the couches, don't bother us, let my man smoke
Rare occasions
Makin' sure what I sell triple when I hear inflation (Triple)
Hermès make her feel important, I got 'em wearin' H's (Uh)
VVSs, plain black tee, a pair of Asics
Look like I'm joggin', just tryna find where the nearest bank is (Where the bank?)
Only difference, we don't bank the same
I fucked the whole crowd up, that Pistons vs. the Pacers game (Everybody)
Seen white boys floatin' before I heard of David Blaine
I been through major pain, your Major Payne was with Damon Wayans (It's different)
I ain't go from train to train, I passed ports, plane to plane (We outtie)
Consider you a player, no complaining, go and play the game (Focus up)

Uh, ten toes down on the pavement, just keep it solid
Music and violence, we gotta keep a balance, uh
Clip him, he out of bounds, we X him out if he ain't foulin'
I see ghost and I can chef it like niggas in Staten Island
This rap shit dryin', I'm thirsty, I need a gallon
40 with some talons, nigga, these young niggas is wildin', dog

Been the one I been for real (Yeah), I'm the one gon' bend for real (Yeah)
Put 'em out that Benadryl, unload, then hop back in the wheel (Yeah)
Hear that shot, niggas sprintin' like them pen reads, your men bleed
All they seen was Nike skis and NBs (They been fleas)
Exposin' niggas
How you got Rickies on, owin' niggas? (Huh?)
Told you niggas they soft, you see the ho in niggas (Hah)
Floatin' niggas, I'm pushin' the water, I'm rowin', just got a load in
Cream soda, droppin' a four in, I split his head, I'm lockin' the tour, ah (Yeah)
My 45th and my strip, we leave that body cold
Tag toes, run down on them bum-ass hoes (Let's go)
Catch 'em while they sleep, left about a week
'Til I see the ambulance and coroners with white sheets (Ah)
Better know my bro beef is my beef (Huh?), my beef is right beef (Huh?)
Big chop under the right seat, big Glock under the wifebeat' (Bah)
Shout out to the lifies (Woo), locked in, send a kite deep (Yeah)
Never, never say a word, though, stand tall like an Eiffy
These niggas don't like me (Huh?), your bitch crib where I might be (Yeah)
Or in New York with Dave East, on them floor seats with Spike Lee (Yeah)

Uh, ten toes down on the pavement, just keep it solid
Music and violence, we gotta keep a balance, uh
Clip him, he out of bounds, we X him out if he ain't foulin'
I see ghost and I can chef it like niggas in Staten Island
This rap shit dryin', I'm thirsty, I need a gallon
40 with some talons, nigga, these young niggas is wildin', dog