10mins. by Knxwledge Lyrics
[Verse: Meek Mill]
One yourself and two -- run up with three gats
Four, five, or six shot seven like eight clap
The nine mili throw ten shots where your face at
And the mac eleven touch you where the twelve-gauge at
When I was thirteen, had fourteen grams and eight gats
Turned fifteen, started spitting sixteens of straight crack
By seventeen, eighteenth street where I played that
Nineteen -- on the corner with twenty and they trappin'
Playing with my money like playing with my emotions
Flowing off that water likе I'm laying in the ocean
Roasted, I makе you disappear hocus pocus
We leaving suckers like they Jerry Rice, wide open
In the field it get real, the block slow motion
In the bill throwing ninjas like the coaster
Gotta catch a -- sleeping late night
Stick 'em with the toaster
Make 'em put it all in like he was playing poker
Cuz I remember days, nights, I couldn't even think right
Niggas gettin' murked out, I'm clutching on that thing tight
I wouldn't even a blink like: Blink once, blink twice
You steady get your life snatched faster than a Tyson match
Pull up to the scene so fresh so clean in a seven-four pound with the windows rolled down
Like twenty on my neck, feel like a king, no crown
I be proud of them they def in on my gear we low down
Red horse, red stripes, red porsche, red lights
Tell me stop cuz I'm killin' 'em, got chains like chameleons
Lames they not feeling him but tell him keep hatin'
Praying on my downfall, tell 'em keep waitin'
I'll be here, I'll be there, when I rock some Rocawear
I'm so fly, when I go there, why would I lie, no I don't care
I ride that five without no fear, keep that chopper on deck
If a hater run up on me, hit 'em up with no (Grrrat)
Its big business, big bills, and big choppers
Cherry red challenger, lookin' like a lobster
All black gears on it, hoes holla
Sliding through your area, why is they comparing us?
Serious, numbers on my check look like a serial
And I still got the block jumpin', Shawn Marrion
I said: a hater disrespect me then I'm airin' 'em
He don't dig me where I'm comin' from we'll just bury him
We count money -- go super hard
Maybach, laid back, lookin' like a superstar
Diamonds on my neck shining on 'em like a shooting star
Thirty in the clip and got me feeling like a shooting guard
Stop me, small but I'm cocky
Two forties give a sucker eighty like Shocky
Pull up in the hood, four-door Maserati
Jewels on flashy like the paparazzi, copy
I be probably in the hills out in Cali
In a million-dollar crib eatin' on shrimp and broccoli
Watch me, Philladelph's flyer, no hockey
Tell your chick to google me, she can dot com me
She ain't gotta chase me just tell her MySpace me
And maybe she can find me so I can get behind 'em
Heard I got a deal so now she throat me like sloppy
Got them goons on deck that ride hard like Kawasaki (Vroom) (What!)
They ride hard
I said they ride hard (What!)
I said we be the freshest, jewelry be VVS's
Fetty be GTS-ing like Khalid shit we the best-ing
I tell them hoes I don't wanna talk, just leave a message
Automatic stash boxes so they can't see the weapons
But I be GC reppin', bread hustle to muscle
Know me, don't love these girls I just love when I 'uck 'em (What!)
Ah- I just- ah
Know me, don't love these girls I just love when I 'uck 'em (What!)
Lemme keep it clean, hold up, what I said?
[Verse: Meek Mill]
I said- I said- I said-
I got money on my mind
Change on my membrane
Insane, in the kitchen with it got the whip game (What!)
Similar to Gordon, throw it in the Pyrex like can I get your order?
Ounces to the quarters
Omelly push the rock I push the age, power forward (What!)
Twenties have a -- floatin' like he in the water
Asure you, get it we got bundles for a Goya
A beam 'ock a -- if ya' need I get it for ya'
A Sauer, on my hip, tinted in the 'rarri
Bad little jit with me lookin' like Kimora
Believe that's me in a pocket with Diora
Long pretty handles, juicy and Katara
Twenties, fifties, hundreds -- that's all up in my money
Quickly chew 'em like the double mint, that forty got a double clip
Automatic made 'em like a column with a rubber grip
Any sucker step up outta line then we gon' -- (What!)
Hug that strip, on the block with that Yao Ming
Them Warriors put 'em on a higher plane like Al Green
Nah'mean -- -- they hear when I talk
Got that white girl and that green lady like Fairmount Park
Any nigga get ideas bet he feel when I spark
Put some hot -- in his tee and he be laying out chalk
Where he at? There he go
Pull up on that -- slow
Got that Rugers look like rulers shootin' like that video
And we be ridin', glidin', slippin', slidin'
All through the city with that semi right beside him
Ballin' like Jimmy, any -- try to try him
And we catch 'em when they slippin' homicide 'em ('cide 'em)
I said, 'lantics on the stop and frisk, these -- gettin' shot and --
But really they ain't stoppin' -- that bitch gon' get a cop in here
With copper tips, common sense to niggas, they rock the --
From where they forever hate, never get a compliment
I'd rather do a five to ten -- before I lose my life
Go out in a blaze of glory squeezing on my -- tight
Young loc and gun smoke and gun tote and -- get
Raise by the rats roaches real youngin' over growin'
Afraid they gave my man life, FEDS they gave my man ten
Messing with this dirty game, for life I'm on a dead-end
Like, damn where my nigga Rick?
Damn where my nigga brick?
As time fly I think about you, know you tired and sick of it
Then they said my nigga snitched? I could never see that
Turned him in with staples on him, hold up let me read that
Believe that, was getting high off like from 'bout to relapse
Gun back a.k.a. them 'lantic boys we back
We back. (Woo!) I ain't playing- Uh-
We don't stop, we never stop
[Verse: Meek Mill]
I said- I said-
I don't make it rain, I ain't rich
I ain't got a milli, I ain't plying checks for --
Yeah I got signed, but I ain't got them bricks
And I still step up in the club feeling like a mit
We got Squally in the building, he be there strapped
Omelly outside and he'll let out with the mac
Leave 'em in the crowd, s'chilling, falling back
Peeping out the scene, I see a hater, I react
Like you don't want no problems
We pull out them choppers
They call us the 'lanta boys cuz we get it poppin'
We don't do no robbing, all we do is grind
Hustle from the muscle, -- save up every dime
Everybody know I'm bout to blow up like a bomb (Boom)
Pull up in a '96 Impala (Vroom)
Hammers in the stashbox, thirty, (Boom)
The holster in the passenger, gangster, goon
Yeah I do my thang-
What I said? How I tell em?
Uh- I said- I said-
Yeah I be on some sh-
Yeah I do my thang
I ain't gon' give 'em that I'ma let em (?)
I do my thang man, shout out to my boy Oski
Uh- my boy Oski- My boy Oski
Let me tell 'em-
[Verse: Meek Mill]
Hold up- hold up-
I said they gave my -- twenty years
Man that wasn't even right
Got him in the hell hole
Living at the speed of light
Praying that the time fly by so he can see the light
See his kids, meet the wife
All over a ki of white
Why you think they take that time from you?
'Cuz you need it right?
And you can't get it back so how they giving people life?
Like you gon' live again
Grow up, be a kid again
Thats why I never waste time, my (?)
Pray to god faithful though man half that -- I make I blow
And I don't even take it slow 'cuz any given day can go
And I can see my death day
Feel my last breath take
Thats why I go and get it now
I be like -- wait
-- die young, and the bad don't even last that
Where the young -- sixteen and over die fast at
I was laid there, raised there, but moved past that
Living at the speed of light, it look like a flashback
I don' got money, went broke then got the cash back
Had it, I was cool now
Lost it, I got laughed at
Thats why I never ever jag nothing I can have back
Thankful for my life though, I wish that I could stash that
Shit, I'm just living at the speed of light
Pull up hard to see the light
Be here today, deceased tonight
I just hope when god come arrest me that he reads my rights, read my wrongs-
Ah-
One yourself and two -- run up with three gats
Four, five, or six shot seven like eight clap
The nine mili throw ten shots where your face at
And the mac eleven touch you where the twelve-gauge at
When I was thirteen, had fourteen grams and eight gats
Turned fifteen, started spitting sixteens of straight crack
By seventeen, eighteenth street where I played that
Nineteen -- on the corner with twenty and they trappin'
Playing with my money like playing with my emotions
Flowing off that water likе I'm laying in the ocean
Roasted, I makе you disappear hocus pocus
We leaving suckers like they Jerry Rice, wide open
In the field it get real, the block slow motion
In the bill throwing ninjas like the coaster
Gotta catch a -- sleeping late night
Stick 'em with the toaster
Make 'em put it all in like he was playing poker
Cuz I remember days, nights, I couldn't even think right
Niggas gettin' murked out, I'm clutching on that thing tight
I wouldn't even a blink like: Blink once, blink twice
You steady get your life snatched faster than a Tyson match
Pull up to the scene so fresh so clean in a seven-four pound with the windows rolled down
Like twenty on my neck, feel like a king, no crown
I be proud of them they def in on my gear we low down
Red horse, red stripes, red porsche, red lights
Tell me stop cuz I'm killin' 'em, got chains like chameleons
Lames they not feeling him but tell him keep hatin'
Praying on my downfall, tell 'em keep waitin'
I'll be here, I'll be there, when I rock some Rocawear
I'm so fly, when I go there, why would I lie, no I don't care
I ride that five without no fear, keep that chopper on deck
If a hater run up on me, hit 'em up with no (Grrrat)
Its big business, big bills, and big choppers
Cherry red challenger, lookin' like a lobster
All black gears on it, hoes holla
Sliding through your area, why is they comparing us?
Serious, numbers on my check look like a serial
And I still got the block jumpin', Shawn Marrion
I said: a hater disrespect me then I'm airin' 'em
He don't dig me where I'm comin' from we'll just bury him
We count money -- go super hard
Maybach, laid back, lookin' like a superstar
Diamonds on my neck shining on 'em like a shooting star
Thirty in the clip and got me feeling like a shooting guard
Stop me, small but I'm cocky
Two forties give a sucker eighty like Shocky
Pull up in the hood, four-door Maserati
Jewels on flashy like the paparazzi, copy
I be probably in the hills out in Cali
In a million-dollar crib eatin' on shrimp and broccoli
Watch me, Philladelph's flyer, no hockey
Tell your chick to google me, she can dot com me
She ain't gotta chase me just tell her MySpace me
And maybe she can find me so I can get behind 'em
Heard I got a deal so now she throat me like sloppy
Got them goons on deck that ride hard like Kawasaki (Vroom) (What!)
They ride hard
I said they ride hard (What!)
I said we be the freshest, jewelry be VVS's
Fetty be GTS-ing like Khalid shit we the best-ing
I tell them hoes I don't wanna talk, just leave a message
Automatic stash boxes so they can't see the weapons
But I be GC reppin', bread hustle to muscle
Know me, don't love these girls I just love when I 'uck 'em (What!)
Ah- I just- ah
Know me, don't love these girls I just love when I 'uck 'em (What!)
Lemme keep it clean, hold up, what I said?
[Verse: Meek Mill]
I said- I said- I said-
I got money on my mind
Change on my membrane
Insane, in the kitchen with it got the whip game (What!)
Similar to Gordon, throw it in the Pyrex like can I get your order?
Ounces to the quarters
Omelly push the rock I push the age, power forward (What!)
Twenties have a -- floatin' like he in the water
Asure you, get it we got bundles for a Goya
A beam 'ock a -- if ya' need I get it for ya'
A Sauer, on my hip, tinted in the 'rarri
Bad little jit with me lookin' like Kimora
Believe that's me in a pocket with Diora
Long pretty handles, juicy and Katara
Twenties, fifties, hundreds -- that's all up in my money
Quickly chew 'em like the double mint, that forty got a double clip
Automatic made 'em like a column with a rubber grip
Any sucker step up outta line then we gon' -- (What!)
Hug that strip, on the block with that Yao Ming
Them Warriors put 'em on a higher plane like Al Green
Nah'mean -- -- they hear when I talk
Got that white girl and that green lady like Fairmount Park
Any nigga get ideas bet he feel when I spark
Put some hot -- in his tee and he be laying out chalk
Where he at? There he go
Pull up on that -- slow
Got that Rugers look like rulers shootin' like that video
And we be ridin', glidin', slippin', slidin'
All through the city with that semi right beside him
Ballin' like Jimmy, any -- try to try him
And we catch 'em when they slippin' homicide 'em ('cide 'em)
I said, 'lantics on the stop and frisk, these -- gettin' shot and --
But really they ain't stoppin' -- that bitch gon' get a cop in here
With copper tips, common sense to niggas, they rock the --
From where they forever hate, never get a compliment
I'd rather do a five to ten -- before I lose my life
Go out in a blaze of glory squeezing on my -- tight
Young loc and gun smoke and gun tote and -- get
Raise by the rats roaches real youngin' over growin'
Afraid they gave my man life, FEDS they gave my man ten
Messing with this dirty game, for life I'm on a dead-end
Like, damn where my nigga Rick?
Damn where my nigga brick?
As time fly I think about you, know you tired and sick of it
Then they said my nigga snitched? I could never see that
Turned him in with staples on him, hold up let me read that
Believe that, was getting high off like from 'bout to relapse
Gun back a.k.a. them 'lantic boys we back
We back. (Woo!) I ain't playing- Uh-
We don't stop, we never stop
[Verse: Meek Mill]
I said- I said-
I don't make it rain, I ain't rich
I ain't got a milli, I ain't plying checks for --
Yeah I got signed, but I ain't got them bricks
And I still step up in the club feeling like a mit
We got Squally in the building, he be there strapped
Omelly outside and he'll let out with the mac
Leave 'em in the crowd, s'chilling, falling back
Peeping out the scene, I see a hater, I react
Like you don't want no problems
We pull out them choppers
They call us the 'lanta boys cuz we get it poppin'
We don't do no robbing, all we do is grind
Hustle from the muscle, -- save up every dime
Everybody know I'm bout to blow up like a bomb (Boom)
Pull up in a '96 Impala (Vroom)
Hammers in the stashbox, thirty, (Boom)
The holster in the passenger, gangster, goon
Yeah I do my thang-
What I said? How I tell em?
Uh- I said- I said-
Yeah I be on some sh-
Yeah I do my thang
I ain't gon' give 'em that I'ma let em (?)
I do my thang man, shout out to my boy Oski
Uh- my boy Oski- My boy Oski
Let me tell 'em-
[Verse: Meek Mill]
Hold up- hold up-
I said they gave my -- twenty years
Man that wasn't even right
Got him in the hell hole
Living at the speed of light
Praying that the time fly by so he can see the light
See his kids, meet the wife
All over a ki of white
Why you think they take that time from you?
'Cuz you need it right?
And you can't get it back so how they giving people life?
Like you gon' live again
Grow up, be a kid again
Thats why I never waste time, my (?)
Pray to god faithful though man half that -- I make I blow
And I don't even take it slow 'cuz any given day can go
And I can see my death day
Feel my last breath take
Thats why I go and get it now
I be like -- wait
-- die young, and the bad don't even last that
Where the young -- sixteen and over die fast at
I was laid there, raised there, but moved past that
Living at the speed of light, it look like a flashback
I don' got money, went broke then got the cash back
Had it, I was cool now
Lost it, I got laughed at
Thats why I never ever jag nothing I can have back
Thankful for my life though, I wish that I could stash that
Shit, I'm just living at the speed of light
Pull up hard to see the light
Be here today, deceased tonight
I just hope when god come arrest me that he reads my rights, read my wrongs-
Ah-