Bryson Tiller - Ten Nine Fourteen lyrics

Fasho so, ever since October
Living out my dreams and got a lot closer
Had to do it for my
Daughter before she got older
Had to wake the sleepers up
Bitch I got Folgers
I'm the realest nigga out, remember I told ya
Yes I’m Derby city raised, but I’m not local
Now they actin' like they kin
I do not know them
I've been prospering ever since
I dropped "Don't", nigga
But it don't stop here, I
Gotta keep it goin', keep it goin'
Keep that hate coming my nigga
I'ma keep ignoring
God Tiller, your flow so prehistoric
Got, got killer smoke yo it put me in a coma
I'm Cassius, my nigga put me in the corner
Versus anybody, really show me my opponent
They coming for my head, not like Makonnen
Kill them all, send 'em my condolences
And I'm back, back, back on my bullshit nigga
Do I miss doing this shit
Just for fun? Just a little
Now, I do it for funds, that's facts
Fundamentals for a house up on
The makers, lawyers, doctors, my neighbors
Everyday I say my prayers
Terminating betrayers
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 shit 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 youngest doing it
You don't know what I been through nigga
This the truth nigga, oh my goodness
Spittin' flames in the booth, nigga
Oh my goodness
God really came through for me
Oh my goodness i can give a fuck about you
And your mothafuckin' crew
That's ain't something I would do
No I wouldn't ya dig?

(Laughs) yeah
I just gotta let this shit ride man
(Ya dig?)
Uh, I feel like Weezy F Baby sometimes man
Carter 3 Wayne, Carter 4 Wayne
Carter 5, man where that shit at? Yessir

You know me
I gotta keep it real on this shit
My shawty mama put me out the crib
Nigga I was payin' bills
Almost got a third job
She don't know the way it feels
But look, look at how a nigga living
My dream just got a lot 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 shit wasn't given
Then shit really got crazy
Got the kicks from Drizzy
Well, the recognition from Drizzy alone
I remember when they slept on me: memory foam
Can't believe Timbo the king just
Sent me back home
But now that boy getting on
My nigga give me the throne ya dig?
Yup, I know the people they diggin' me now
The cool kids from high school
Can't sit with me now
My baby mama's mama can't say shit 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 shit
You know Tiller gon' 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