Bryson Tiller - Ten Nine Fourteen lyrics

[Intro] FoSho [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 That's ain't something I would do, no I wouldn't Ya dig? [Break] (Laughs) Yeah 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? Yessir [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