Lyrics Ten/Rya Interlude - CONWAY THE MACHINE, Key Glock

Ten/Rya Interlude

Yeah we turnt all the way to the max right now, nigga\nIt’s young T right now, nigga, mhm, yeah (Cannon!)\nYo bitch know it\nI swear, man (Cannon go crazy!)\nLately I been fucking bitches by the two’s\nGetting millions by the two’s\nBlack gulley, black seats, hop out in Chicago two’s\nBlack 40 preme beam punching like it’s Rocky 2\nThey told me I wouldn’t make it out, okay, I’m confused\nYeah, that mission was impossible, but bitch, I’m Tommy Cruise\nStreet nigga, yeah, my father never dropped me off at school\nKutter counted up a million on FaceTime, I got enthused\nFlew a ratchet out the Cabo, had her top me by the pool, yeah\nJudging by the jewels, you think we sold a lot of food\nYeah, they said they gon' do something to me, okay, I’m amused\nCause they ain’t' got a clue, them niggas must don’t watch the news\nNiggas know just how we move\nYeah, I’m on ten\nI’m on ten\nBitch I’m T, I’m on ten\nTurnt to the max, I’m on ten\nI’m up ten\nI’m on ten\nBitch I’m T, I’m on ten\nTurnt to the max, I’m on ten\nFifty racks in both pockets, bitch, I’m T\nI re’d up with all the profit, bitch, I’m T\nI shot straight up to the top cause bitch, I’m T\nIt ain’t shit that they could do to stop me, bitch, I’m T, fuck you mean, nigga?\nI’m on ten and my bitch is a ten\nNickname Glock, the FM, my bitch gleam\nGot a bulletproof Maybach, president Benz\nJust push that lil button, them boys gon' spin\nJust push that lil button, send them boys to God\nI jump out the Porsche when they go to the park\nYou know I’m a king, cannot pull my car\nI’ll push up on niggas like a broke Ferrar'\nYeah, yeah, long as I got me, don’t need yo help\nYeah, ten toes down, do this shit myself\nI’mma hustle, I’mma get it till my last breath\nYeah, get back gang, put his brains on the steps\nI be swimming through the money like Michael Phelps\nI ran up the bag, still ain’t caught crep\nEverybody got sticks like we fit in their camp\nYeah, I’m on ten\nI’m on ten\nBitch I’m T, I’m on ten\nTurnt to the max, I’m on ten\nI’m up ten\nI’m on ten\nBitch I’m T, I’m on ten\nTurnt to the max, I’m on ten\nI’m on ten\nI’m on ten\nBitch I’m T, I’m on ten\nTurnt to the max, I’m on ten\nI’m up ten\nI’m on ten\nBitch I’m T, I’m on ten\nTurnt to the max, I’m on ten, yeah\nI cannot be in no gang\nEven if I’mma ball, oh\nAnd I be getting real lit\nThese niggas all stay at home\nI really don’t know who you think you are\nAll you wanna do is doubt me from the start\nAll you wanna do is hate on me and post about me even if I really give heart\nYou really need to change\nYou need to change your ways\nNo, you can’t bounce here the same\nNo, this is not a game\nI’m going stupid, I’m going through it\nI’m 'bout to shoot you like Cupid\nI’m going crazy, I’m 'bout to lose it\nThey tryna solve me like Rubix\nUse your tongue, you was real goofy\nYou had a chance and you blew it\nYou was runned up, you was real lucid\nYou had a bag and you threw it\nNow, you was never included\nYou was secluded\nYou got some beef that’s concluded\nYou got some beef went disputed\nThe streets is polluted, with that body sharing slew wit\nYou argue online for clout\nYou’re nothing without\nI do not know how you even get around\nYou wear all these masks and you still get around\nYou’re scared someone will catch you and put the lights out\nDid someone catch you off guard? Ooh\nNow they shoot you from afar? Ooh\nThey shooting at you, they shoot at your heart and make sure it do not restart\nThey know you was not that book part of the charts\nDriving by and they shoot you from the car\nIf you get lucky, you get another chance\nYou better rethink it and you better think hard\nYou better end that beef\nBetter steppin on your knees\nYou better go get clean\nYou better go get green\nYou better act right, ooh\nOr someone shoot you in the back or two\nI’m not just stunna check, ooh\nAnd I’mma take your mom’s stuff or two\nThey going crazy, we go with the guys, mm\nWe 'bout to stop for supplies\nWe 'bout to go and shoot right to the sky\nLike a nimbus cloud, I’m 'bout to take flight\nWe don’t put no effort, we never tried\nStaying together, I hope we don’t die\nAnd I am forever, it’s dead or alive\nI’m married to all you niggas tonight