"Exit 10" lyrics
(feat. P-Rock Sean)
[FMB DZ:]
(Primo, turn this shit up)
(PrimoBeats on the track)
Hmm, woop
Hmm, woop
I ain't got no kick it for these niggas, they fake as hell
Tell me who the fuck I'ma call on if I get in a jam?
Mama been seen niggas wasn't right, I should've listen
I got flicked, they took all of my shit, somebody snitchin'
Between me and y'all, I did some shit that y'all ain't never did
Real street nigga, where I'm from, I'm already big
Traumatized, I done seen some shit growing up as a kid
Mama was anointed, pops brought some demons in the crib
Then we ended up movin' out the way, I cried every night
I done fucked up a thousand times tryna get it right
Niggas can't survive what I survived, I ain't never lied
So many times, my life was on the line, they would've been died
[P-Rock Sean:]
Chopper hit his lungs, now he can't breathe, he need a doctor
Couple niggas screamin', "Bombaclaat", I hang with rastas
Finger fuck the chopper, make it sing, sound like an opera
I play my role with all these hoes, I need an Oscar
Take a nigga shit, he know it's over, he can't get it back
Cuz hit his head, I hit it too, we playin' pitty-patt
I throw bands, my dog band, we goin' tit-for-tat
Bro ain't kill a witness, sad to say he gotta sit for that
We caught him out and hit his top, we gotta sit for that
Long live Joe, forever with me, you know I miss you, Jack
Long live Nard, we see an opp, I gotta drill him
Glock'll calm a nigga down, it's like I filled it up with Ritalin
You ever lost it all and got it back? Don't know the feeling
Gotta watch my first cousin, all his life he been stealin'
Mama don't trust me with the kids 'cause all my life I've been dealin'
I really grew up in the trap, she think a nigga somewhere chillin'
(Primo, turn this shit up)
(PrimoBeats on the track)
Hmm, woop
Hmm, woop
I ain't got no kick it for these niggas, they fake as hell
Tell me who the fuck I'ma call on if I get in a jam?
Mama been seen niggas wasn't right, I should've listen
I got flicked, they took all of my shit, somebody snitchin'
Between me and y'all, I did some shit that y'all ain't never did
Real street nigga, where I'm from, I'm already big
Traumatized, I done seen some shit growing up as a kid
Mama was anointed, pops brought some demons in the crib
Then we ended up movin' out the way, I cried every night
I done fucked up a thousand times tryna get it right
Niggas can't survive what I survived, I ain't never lied
So many times, my life was on the line, they would've been died
[P-Rock Sean:]
Chopper hit his lungs, now he can't breathe, he need a doctor
Couple niggas screamin', "Bombaclaat", I hang with rastas
Finger fuck the chopper, make it sing, sound like an opera
I play my role with all these hoes, I need an Oscar
Take a nigga shit, he know it's over, he can't get it back
Cuz hit his head, I hit it too, we playin' pitty-patt
I throw bands, my dog band, we goin' tit-for-tat
Bro ain't kill a witness, sad to say he gotta sit for that
We caught him out and hit his top, we gotta sit for that
Long live Joe, forever with me, you know I miss you, Jack
Long live Nard, we see an opp, I gotta drill him
Glock'll calm a nigga down, it's like I filled it up with Ritalin
You ever lost it all and got it back? Don't know the feeling
Gotta watch my first cousin, all his life he been stealin'
Mama don't trust me with the kids 'cause all my life I've been dealin'
I really grew up in the trap, she think a nigga somewhere chillin'
