BTO - 10/07 lyrics
[BTO - 10/07 lyrics]
Welcome to take flight, people! Been a while
Aye yo Kayo, think they ready man?
I think so too, uh
Came in the rap game like I'm
Trying to get it pregnant
Time to put this motherfucker under
Wraps like a present emperor in this bitch
Y'all little niggas peasants
Might talk a lot of shit but
I'm thankful for my blessings
Spent spring and part of
The summer writing rhymes
Had to hurry up and drop this I
Felt like I was wasting time
Still dedicated
Still striving to be the greatest
Still driving to the point where I
Say "Cleveland we made it"
A thousand plus views on both mixtapes
Not bad for my first year but
I'm trying to raise the stakes
Ain't being taken serious and
I ain't having that
I'ma get respect for the shit
I'm kicking in these raps
To most people I'm nameless
By the end of this year I'm going to be
On some of y'all some of y'all playlists
Feeling like it's meant to be ain't
No need to slack off
Trying to turn this from a hobby to a day job
Last year was a test this year I'm hungry
Coming for the crown like that
Motherfucker owe me money
I ain't underground
I'm under the underground
I unleashed the beast time to
Shut this motherfucking game down, nigga
Take over on these clown niggas
Fuck around and be the talk of the town
Nigga a MC in the fucking building
Would've said rapper but that's
Not really fulfilling
Putting action in my music
Cause just talking about it is
Making my actions useless
DOPE Coalitia still the team
Better yet the navy
We ready for the game no if, and's, buts
Or maybe's
It's all about the game on some Triple H shit
Got rappers on tombstones cause
I'm undertaking shit
Fuck being timid I'm going past my potential
Killing so called competition I'm
Taking my credentials
Ill ass nigga they should put
Me in a quarantine
Contracted with this illness since I was 14
Raps automatic like Ray Allen's threes
Running shit like I'm in a track meet
Word to Minute Maid I got the juice
Call a sneaker asylum I'm crazy with shoes
Style too official not much can fuck with me
Whether said or not I'm one of
The flyest in my city
Niggas talk money, I instantly laugh
While they blowing theirs I'm
Watching mine stack
The standout in Cleveland case I
Didn't tell y'all before
Eating all these rappers y'all should
Call me a rapivore
I want the legacy y'all can
Have all the riches
While I'm working on mine y'all
On twitter whining like bithces
More work and less complaining
That's all a nigga saying
Things that coming with the game
I'm ready to face it
Lifting the game it's all in the muscle
Might not like me but you
Still respect this motherfucking hustle
Nigga
Now that's real talk, can't sugarcoat it
I'm sticking to the script
Ain't trying to lose my motive
Big up Flying Lotus, you nice on the beats
10 07 difference is he's '83 I'm '93, uh
Aye yo Kayo, think they ready man?
I think so too, uh
Came in the rap game like I'm
Trying to get it pregnant
Time to put this motherfucker under
Wraps like a present emperor in this bitch
Y'all little niggas peasants
Might talk a lot of shit but
I'm thankful for my blessings
Spent spring and part of
The summer writing rhymes
Had to hurry up and drop this I
Felt like I was wasting time
Still dedicated
Still striving to be the greatest
Still driving to the point where I
Say "Cleveland we made it"
A thousand plus views on both mixtapes
Not bad for my first year but
I'm trying to raise the stakes
Ain't being taken serious and
I ain't having that
I'ma get respect for the shit
I'm kicking in these raps
To most people I'm nameless
By the end of this year I'm going to be
On some of y'all some of y'all playlists
Feeling like it's meant to be ain't
No need to slack off
Trying to turn this from a hobby to a day job
Last year was a test this year I'm hungry
Coming for the crown like that
Motherfucker owe me money
I ain't underground
I'm under the underground
I unleashed the beast time to
Shut this motherfucking game down, nigga
Take over on these clown niggas
Fuck around and be the talk of the town
Nigga a MC in the fucking building
Would've said rapper but that's
Not really fulfilling
Putting action in my music
Cause just talking about it is
Making my actions useless
DOPE Coalitia still the team
Better yet the navy
We ready for the game no if, and's, buts
Or maybe's
It's all about the game on some Triple H shit
Got rappers on tombstones cause
I'm undertaking shit
Fuck being timid I'm going past my potential
Killing so called competition I'm
Taking my credentials
Ill ass nigga they should put
Me in a quarantine
Contracted with this illness since I was 14
Raps automatic like Ray Allen's threes
Running shit like I'm in a track meet
Word to Minute Maid I got the juice
Call a sneaker asylum I'm crazy with shoes
Style too official not much can fuck with me
Whether said or not I'm one of
The flyest in my city
Niggas talk money, I instantly laugh
While they blowing theirs I'm
Watching mine stack
The standout in Cleveland case I
Didn't tell y'all before
Eating all these rappers y'all should
Call me a rapivore
I want the legacy y'all can
Have all the riches
While I'm working on mine y'all
On twitter whining like bithces
More work and less complaining
That's all a nigga saying
Things that coming with the game
I'm ready to face it
Lifting the game it's all in the muscle
Might not like me but you
Still respect this motherfucking hustle
Nigga
Now that's real talk, can't sugarcoat it
I'm sticking to the script
Ain't trying to lose my motive
Big up Flying Lotus, you nice on the beats
10 07 difference is he's '83 I'm '93, uh