2010 Lyrics

Where the backwoods at nigga,

I'm trynna light up, yea fasho

2010 nigga

2010 , it's 1 am

I'm serving these bags to the feins

I won't stress with myself

I love weed, Ion fuck with the percs

2010 my homie just passed away

I got my niggas soul's on my neck

They talking bout getting sum Money

But they ain't thinking how to Actually get it

I got goals with ma bros, we are still On the ghetto

We got lotta critics but Ion give a damn

I'm doing dis shit for the money and My fam

Show respect to the block,

We started in the trap

I'm on my grind so Ion give a damn

I gotta work hard and shut up they Mouths

At the of the day they gon be the Clowns

I'm the big dog like the Cleveland Browns

I'm with my gang, yea we on our Grind

They be showing luv but it be hate On they mind

U know that you grown when luv is hard 2 find

I'm hitting the grass I ain't sipping

No wine

Throw the dice would I win would I Not

Ready for challenges, I won't give Up

My voice gon be heard so I gotta Stand up

I'm still with my

Niggas yea we on the zone

Yea I come from the trenches

So I can tell you that all odds go Against me

My goals ain't yours so why u Saying I can't?

I'm hitting yo hoe from back

Young nigga be toting a strap

A star who gon shine in the rap

Dis shit started on the trap

The OG's fasho know that's facts

Fasho Imma be stacking racks

You girl calling me every night

I gotta stay focus on god

I know he be holding my back

I just be getting so High

Algún día llegaremo' a Dubai

Pasiando en el lambo

Todos los foreigns asegurados

Todo lo que tengo me lo e ganado

Y lo merezco, al dinero le Pertenezco

Air Force ones yo siempre ando fresco

Me gusta el café, no el refresco

En el banco yo siempre aparezco

Ser pobre es lo que yo detesto

2010 , it's 1 am

I'm serving these bags to the feins

I won't stress with myself

I love weed, Ion fuck with the percs

2010 my homie just passed away

I got my niggas soul's on my neck

They talking bout getting sum Money

But they ain't thinking how to Actually get it

I got goals with ma bros, we are still On the ghetto

We got lotta critics but Ion give a Damn

I'm doing dis shit for the money and my fam

Show respect to the block

We started in the trap

I'm on my grind so Ion give a damn

I gotta work hard and shut up they mouths

At the of the day they gon be the Clowns

I'm the big dog like the Cleveland Browns

I'm with my gang, yea we on our Grind

I Only spend on what I need

I get so high, so high for real

I'm at downtown burning this weed

Just sold a nigga a fucking brick

And I got lean in case you sick

2010 my nigga stealing

Since 2010 they been drug dealing

Serving dope straight from the Kitchen

I ride in my city I'm catching the Views

I be eating like back then I wish

I did on the hood

My raps always solid

I know that I'm good

I don't fuck with the system

So I let them knew

Shit gon Neva improve

I'm with my crew

We be balling

Watch how we getting this money

Life is not sweet like is honey

2010 we started balling

2010 , it's 1 am

I'm serving these bags to the feins

I won't stress with myself

I love weed, Ion fuck with the percs

2010 my homie just passed away

I got my niggas soul's on my neck

They talking bout getting sum Money

But they ain't thinking how to Actually get it

I got goals with ma bros, we are still On the ghetto

We got lotta critics but Ion give a Damn

I'm doing dis shit for the money and My fam

Show respect to the block,

We started in the trap

I'm on my grind so Ion give a damn

I gotta work hard and shut up they Mouth

At the of the day they gon be the Clowns

I'm the big dog like the Cleveland Browns

I'm with my gang, yea we on our Grind