10,000 Hours Lyrics

Take me to dinner I pick up my up tab

Two on the tongue and I ain't coming back

Two in the function I'm done with the rustling

I made it a point that I'm killing your ass

I'm done with myself

Been thru a marathon hating myself

Working discussions I'm waiting for wealth

10,000 hours up under my belt

But I'll never shake the storm

We got the pay in mind

They got the hating mind

Oh Oh

Living to make me shine

Cant ever shake my grind, oh

They got the pape in mind

I gotta waste some time, oh oh

You cannot fake these signs

I'm never leaving my prime

I've fallen victim

Everybody losing taste like a Covid symptom

We ain't got gas so I roll my sins up

Can't be seen so I roll my tints up

This year gon' be a horrible winter,

If you don't get straight

Race your mind for your saving grace

Saving thanks for my fam today

Me and Danny out out here paving ways like

If you bitches gon be something be real

Compensating 'til I'm making a mil

Cream of the crop no I'm cream of the hill

Not unexpected it's part of the drill

This gonna kill Tommy like hill

Can I get something I'm telling em no

Who's at my who's at my who's at my show

Now look at my dough, now look at my dough

We got it

I spent an hour in the morning

I spent some days up in the Stu

I worked for weeks to come after

Y'all broke my heart a month or two

And I'm still working years and years until I quit or make it soon

But babe I know Imma make it home

I wanna plead to preacher that's reaping the soul of the broken in your holy mind

When in a space of these indifferent artist my shit is phenomenal breaking the time

Finding these pockets to drop in it feel like they watching me rapping and getting in line

I'm on a journey to find me the ex that been marking my spot cuz I been seeing signs

Patient cuz I know it's gonna come soon

Sober but still the highest in the room

I'm on my way for five times in a row

She still ain't ever gon pick up the phone

Damn I been eating what can't I consume

Need something harder can't fuck with these people I love all my people but I'm in the room

Broke and disheveled go pick up the broom

My newest feature could kill all your verses,

I made it and all of y'all gonna be doomed and shit

Can't undermine me I'm too legit

No, no, no, no,

No, no, no, no, no, no, no,

No

I spent an hour in the morning

I spent some days up in the Stu

I worked for weeks to come after

Y'all broke my heart a month or two

And I'm still working years and years until I quit or make it soon

But babe I know imma make it home