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Bryson Tiller - Ten Nine Fourteen lyrics


[Verse 1]
So, ever since October
Living out my dreams, they got a lot closer
Had to do it for my daughter before she got older
Had to wake the sleepers up, b**h I got forgers
I'm the realist n***a out, remember I told ya
Guess I'm dirty city raised, but I'm not local
Now they actin' like prehistoric, I do not know them
I've been prospering ever since I dropped "Don't", n***a
But it don't stop here, I gotta keep it goin', keep it goin'
Keep that hate coming my n***a, I'ma keep ignoring
God Tiller, your flow so [?]
Got, got k**ers, smoke yours or put me in the corner
I'm cashless, my n***a put me in the corner
Versus anybody, really show me my opponent
They coming for my head, I'm like Makonnen
k** them all, send 'em my condolences

[Verse 2]
And I'm back, back, back on my bullsh** n***a
Do I miss doing this sh**, just for fun, just a little
Now, I do it for fun, that's facts from the mental
For a house up on the makers, [?] my neighbors
Everyday I say my prayers, terminators, portrayers
Now the man is blessing me, first the man was testing me
I went through the storm not knowing whether
It was green on the other side or not
That sh** would bring out the best of me
I'm so true with it, who are you kidding
12 asked what I do for a living, told them Google it
I'm so rude with it, and the youngin' doing it
You don't know what I been through n***a
This the truth n***a, oh my goodness
Spittin' flames in the booth, n***a, oh my goodness
God really came through for me, oh my goodness
I can give a f** about you, and your mothaf**in' crew
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That's ain't something I would do, no I wouldn't
Ya dig?

I just gotta let this sh** rid man
(Ya dig)
Uh, I feel like Weezy F Baby sometimes
Carter 3 Wayne, Carter 4 Wayne
Carter 5, man where that sh** at?

[Verse 3]
You know me, I gotta keep it real on this sh**
My shawty mama put me out the crib, n***a I was payin' bills
Almost got a third job, she don't know the way it feels
But look, look at how a n***a living
My dream just got a little more vivid
And I'm starting to see a whole lot more friendlies
But I don't want too many, no I don't want too many, no way
City to city
Never forget that phone call I got from Timbo and Richie
When I was in Philly, that's when I knew this sh** wasn't given
Then sh** really got crazy when, got the kicks from Drizzy
Well, the recognition from Drizzy alone
I remember when they slept on me, memory phone
Can't believe Timbo the king just sent me back home
But now that boy getting on, my n***a GIVE ME THE THRONE
Ya dig?
Yup, I know the people they diggin' me now
The cools kids from high school can't sit with me now
My baby mama's mama can't say sh** to me now
What did she do wrong? She better figure it out
You better, I done grew into a wise young fella
This is true sh**, you know Tiller goin' tell 'em
I'll tell 'em the truth, I'll tell 'em the truth, I'll tell 'em the truth
The whole truth, yeah
I'll tell 'em the truth, I'll tell 'em the truth, I'll tell 'em the truth
The whole truth, ay, baby yeah

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