Ten Toes by Tayy Tarantino Lyrics
“Ten Toes”
[verse 1]
They Ask how I’m doing
Say I been blessed tho
Backwood full of that killa
I’m at my best tho
Only thing making me sicker Proly is strep throat
Flow pandemic they wondering what to test for
I ain’t got some head in three days
This shit is stressful
Holding on to things make you bitter
I’m tryna let go
Think of all the times we ain't have it
I can’t forget those
Sacrificed too much for the family
Thats why I’m ten toes
Only when you been in the field you’ll know my lingo
Only you believe her when she saying she single
Really gotta man
But we know she a freak hoe
Ain’t into playing games
But I’m playing this shit for keeps tho
Tried to save some people
I’m learning that’s out my reach bro
We. All make mistakes I’m just hoping you don’t repeat yours
On the Road to riches I’m just praying I don’t detour
Cut a couple off cuz I’m realizing who I need more
It was either you or me I know you choosing you
Look it was either him or me, you had to play it coo
I really couldn’t trip we were playing by the rules
You can’t tell I’m in my bag you know that the boy smoothie
Lately Im reminded on why I’m better alone
And why they always saying a house is never a home
Its what bring you purpose it’s not all bout what you own
Tryna buy my sole
That’s some shit I can’t condone
I been in these labels
They steady gassin you up
That new thing come around
You know they gone pass you up
I rather bet it all on myself and gamble my luck
Than go to war wit people who truly don’t give a fuck
Manifested all these blessings
No they won’t speak on it
Lies in these stories they tellin you
Watch em’ keep frontin
Gotta have these talks wit my son
Know he gon be sumn
And Don’t you hesitate to holler , If you need something
[Hook]
I really had to stay down find a way we gon’ get rich
Nobody gave me shit , I had to get it out the sticks
I used to have them dreams to want that Patek
On my wrist
My dawg he in the Feds , he always tell
Me don’t you quit
Nobody gave me shit , I had to get it off the muscle
Slanging out that bucket boy you know I had to hustle
Tired of seeing my granny with all this pain , we all done struggled
Used to think this was some shit I can’t live up to , (yeah , yeah )
[ verse 2]
Mass cop killings they riots
These times wicked
Seem it only happen to us
So we don’t get it
Reason why we hustle for family
To show em different
Reason why you hustle for bitches
And taking pictures
Yeah it fall on me
Been through the storm
It was hard to see
Never can I let it divert me from what I knew I’d be
Woc on ice wit them demons done got ahold of me
Thinking bout my future was scary
I got control of it
I know I’m blessed
Sleepless nights
Still would shine wit less
Trap house full wit all them balls
We just tryna progress
Told my mama she ain’t gotta worry
She forever stressed
Now I got a bag these hoes run up
They forever pressed
I know da vibesz
They try and fake it
But we see the signs
Whole time that nigga was rockin knew he was playing sides
Gave you opportunity really so I can’t empathize
Cut that goofy off
The next min got word he spreading lies
It’s fabricated
Made it thru it we gon celebrate it
Feds prolly lurking on my shit
So we gon keep it basic
Knew it was gon be a marathon
So I had to pace it
Really had to stay down, make a way
I had a dream and chased it
[hook]
[verse 1]
They Ask how I’m doing
Say I been blessed tho
Backwood full of that killa
I’m at my best tho
Only thing making me sicker Proly is strep throat
Flow pandemic they wondering what to test for
I ain’t got some head in three days
This shit is stressful
Holding on to things make you bitter
I’m tryna let go
Think of all the times we ain't have it
I can’t forget those
Sacrificed too much for the family
Thats why I’m ten toes
Only when you been in the field you’ll know my lingo
Only you believe her when she saying she single
Really gotta man
But we know she a freak hoe
Ain’t into playing games
But I’m playing this shit for keeps tho
Tried to save some people
I’m learning that’s out my reach bro
We. All make mistakes I’m just hoping you don’t repeat yours
On the Road to riches I’m just praying I don’t detour
Cut a couple off cuz I’m realizing who I need more
It was either you or me I know you choosing you
Look it was either him or me, you had to play it coo
I really couldn’t trip we were playing by the rules
You can’t tell I’m in my bag you know that the boy smoothie
Lately Im reminded on why I’m better alone
And why they always saying a house is never a home
Its what bring you purpose it’s not all bout what you own
Tryna buy my sole
That’s some shit I can’t condone
I been in these labels
They steady gassin you up
That new thing come around
You know they gone pass you up
I rather bet it all on myself and gamble my luck
Than go to war wit people who truly don’t give a fuck
Manifested all these blessings
No they won’t speak on it
Lies in these stories they tellin you
Watch em’ keep frontin
Gotta have these talks wit my son
Know he gon be sumn
And Don’t you hesitate to holler , If you need something
[Hook]
I really had to stay down find a way we gon’ get rich
Nobody gave me shit , I had to get it out the sticks
I used to have them dreams to want that Patek
On my wrist
My dawg he in the Feds , he always tell
Me don’t you quit
Nobody gave me shit , I had to get it off the muscle
Slanging out that bucket boy you know I had to hustle
Tired of seeing my granny with all this pain , we all done struggled
Used to think this was some shit I can’t live up to , (yeah , yeah )
[ verse 2]
Mass cop killings they riots
These times wicked
Seem it only happen to us
So we don’t get it
Reason why we hustle for family
To show em different
Reason why you hustle for bitches
And taking pictures
Yeah it fall on me
Been through the storm
It was hard to see
Never can I let it divert me from what I knew I’d be
Woc on ice wit them demons done got ahold of me
Thinking bout my future was scary
I got control of it
I know I’m blessed
Sleepless nights
Still would shine wit less
Trap house full wit all them balls
We just tryna progress
Told my mama she ain’t gotta worry
She forever stressed
Now I got a bag these hoes run up
They forever pressed
I know da vibesz
They try and fake it
But we see the signs
Whole time that nigga was rockin knew he was playing sides
Gave you opportunity really so I can’t empathize
Cut that goofy off
The next min got word he spreading lies
It’s fabricated
Made it thru it we gon celebrate it
Feds prolly lurking on my shit
So we gon keep it basic
Knew it was gon be a marathon
So I had to pace it
Really had to stay down, make a way
I had a dream and chased it
[hook]