Tryna make a wave like a speedboat, we slidin' like a ski slopes
For the love of the scene though, so only love my people
Black and Filipino, not to the police though
To them I'm a target and stealin' from Target
They burn your whole city, yeah, they hate on your come up first
Unless some out of town niggas in it come up first
I got dirt on my hands, I got blood on my shirt
Too many hands in my pot, how can I hold up the earth?
Big brother tryna hold me back, baby, tryna hold me down
Niggas tryna hold me up, God seem like he holdin' out
Right was tryna hold me off, women wanna hold on my valuables
When I can't even hold myself accountable, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Sometimes I fall inside this drank and show my life away
I talk to God at night, I pray for golden tidal waves
Wash me ashore to another place
When I'm not at home, tucked off alone
Somewhere out on the road, I'm in survival mode
Forever stuck on ten (ten), yeah
I still live on ten (ten), yeah
Fuck just what I'm on ten (ten)
I miss when I was just ten (ten)

Copyright: EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Writer(s): Akeem Hayes, James Delgado