2010 Lyrics

Our offense is oh so, our defense dominates

We got that winning combination

To what? To regulate

Offense is oh so

Look, 2010, shit, I was doing my thing

This was the life before the fame, before I numbered my name

I didn't have a single chain and I was single as fuck

I wasn't on them bitches then, you couldn't pay me the fuck

I was shy as hell, and my uncle 3 had just posted bail. He couldn't get that 50k, so he had sat in a cell

Didn't know him well, but when he got out, I was happy as hell

They made him serve another 5 because his ass wouldn't tell

Check, 2011, I had met with STEEZ

Was riding around, bumping Tyler and was smoking trees

He told me, if I'd ever make it, to take care of me first

Shit, I was broke as hell, I used to take money out bitches' purses

I couldn't write a single lyric and had capped in my raps

I was on that Steez, so you know I had to rap on Boom Bap

P.E. the faction, Joey said that I'm trash, I needed practice

STEEZY said I had potential, CJ said to keep at it

Now I'm back and better, now I'm snapping on beats

That's the meta, I wish they all could see me now

But now they rap with whoever, they fucking rich

Covered up in blue hunnids like they was Stitch

While I was posted in the Met, and still was broker than a bitch

After what them niggas said, I started practicing raps

I couldn't find my fucking sound, I kept on putting out crap

I started dropping shit, the music they made

I was opposite, I kept on trying to message Steez, but his motion had ghosted me

He was selling shows, I looked up to him

He was the goal, he had opened up for Mack

I was lamer than Al Snow, we talking Miller

Back when he was like Michael on fucking Thriller

Like in 2015 when bitches was fiending for Bryson Tiller

I couldn't get a hold of gang, man I was going insane

Man, if I met with Joey now, he wouldn't remember my name

But I don't blame him

Cause our lives that we're living on different angles

While he was selling out on tours, I was still dropping them singles

Look, 2012 is like I lived in the hell

I quit that rapping shit, my trashy music just wouldn't sale

I wasn't driven, when it came to my music, no one would listen

I had gave it up, but getting that money was still the mission

To top it off, my inspiration, STEEZ took his own life

That was on 12, 2312, that added up nice

It's making sense, why 47 runs through my mind

He jumped off Cinematic Music, you wonder why I ain't signed, nigga

Uh, we going back to the story, that shit had left a nigga sad

My wrist had started to get gory, he was all I knew

What made it worse was that it was all out the blue

He was my only inspiration, I did not know what to do

That shit had changed my life, I had no more guidance, I was by myself

Instead of looking out for others, I only cared bout myself

I was skipping school and talking back, I thought I was cool

Man I said, "fuck that calculator', I'm trying to carry a tool

I practiced spite, Future taught me that Purple was good with Sprite

I went codeine crazy, crazy how niggas sound on the mic, you gotta mix it right

The dumbest smart nigga at E.L Wright

Being dumb from validation, and was getting in fights

I got expelled, my extended vacation was fucking hell

I used to walk to Walmart to steal candy that I could sell, was getting money

We was trapping off candy, just me and Sonny

Till he found a little shawty, he gave it up for his honey

Was just a teen, I thought all of these bitches was for the team

You was sending nudes on Kik, while I was out there getting green, that's what it seemed

Life was beating my ass up behind the scenes, a lil nigga tryna to make it to finish living his dream

2016, I was still depressed, I tried to take my own life

It was something about my wrist when it had tongue kissed that knife

Thought I found my wife, yeah I was young as hell, but she made my life

But our love had died, I caught her cheating, not gon' lie, I had cried

But I lived like Larry, this was 2016, I was on that Jeffrey

Thugger had to wear that dress, cause he had a stick

You know where that bag at, tell me where it is

Cause I came from rags to riches, I'm the shit

Look, I'm about to fast forward through the storyline real quick

Cause I don't really feel like rapping these next few parts of my life

So boom, fast forward 2017, nothing really was going on for real

I just been chilling, out the mix

Oh shit, I was depressed as hell too

And I ain't have a way to cope with my feelings

So I had started back rapping and shit

And the only thing that was on my mind when I made my return to rapping was that

I just wanted to be taken serious

I wanted people to actually listen to my music and be like

Damn, this nigga snapping

So, I had actually locked in and started doing that shit for real

Yeah, it took some trial and error, I ain't even finna lie

But, from the years of 2017 through 2019, shit I was trying my best

And that was the most important thing to me at the time

Bruh I just realized, some of y'all probably didn't even notice or nothing

But prior to me making my return to music

My rap name was Shawnnswagg

And I just felt like I outgrew that shit for real

So I had changed my name to 47Shawnn

And I made that name to pay my respects to the person who inspired me to be a rapper in the first place

Anyway, like I said, it was some trial and error

I was putting out some trash at first

I ain't even finna lie

But every day I got better at this shit

And this time instead of losing confidence because I wasn't getting any traction

I just said, fuck the numbers, my time will come

And I will make it off this shit

Fuck what all the doubters gotta say about me

I'm doing this shit for real

Because this is what I want to do

And the pandemic is when my reset actually started back up

So that's where we're gonna pick the story back up

Look, it was 2020 when I dropped that B47ANCE tape

I had just got out that relationship with

I ain't gonna say her name because she lives for that attention

But she had cheated on ya boy

That's one thing that I could mention

I was trapping then

That life was only safe with my pole

I love that cash flow

But damn, that shit was starting to get old

I was in shootouts at the bottom of nine

I had about two outs

I was cheating death

Them niggas up fye, over a few ounces

Move mountains

I got all this weight on my shoulders

I tried to be a Lover Boy

But it's like my heart getting colder

I'm fucking trying

I can't trust anybody with all this lying

I done gave so many deals

Niggas thinking I'm Lucious Lyon

Nigga back up

I quit 9 to 5s, to be a rapper

This was 2K23

Aaron Rodgers was not a Packer

He was a Jet

After making some cash, I should be next

Me and Jaeden dropped some vids

Now we on all you niggas necks

The year is 2024

They saying, come on, lil nigga

I almost threw my life away when I put back on that trigger

In self-defense

We took all that to the trial

Oh the suspense

They told me I was facing 10

So shit started to get intense

They told me, come on, come on, come on, come on

Come on bruh

We gotta go bruh

Look, I made it out that shit

That shit won't even hinder my goals

I left that bitch alone

So I won't have to keep playing roles

I flooded my wrist and got some diamonds

Now I think I'm the shit

I went from chasing hoes to seeing which lil hoe I'ma pick

That's not the life I'm trying to live because I lived to be rich

Oh tell that bitch if she ain't sucking, get the fuck off my dick

Get the fuck out my face

Get the fuck out my way

I got so many diamonds, Steve had tried to mine at my place

Not playing games when I said I had to master my craft

I sat back

I let it play

And then I got the last laugh

I'm making plays in Atlanta like I'm Vic in 06

I'm doing shit I ain't supposed to

I'm just a kid from the bricks

I'm just a kid from the Met

They say I look like my dad

From outside, you'll think I'm happy

Inside, my life is sad

I'm really out the mix

I don't got time for bitches with drama

I know my heart was cold

I wrote this shit with Elsa and Anna

My neck was frozen

But she just see a nigga with all this motion

I'm never showing true emotion

Cause it's in the nigga motion

I had a curving bitch like, baby, why you blocking your blessings

I'm living out the way

I'm not like all these niggas who flexing

I keep them guessing

Bruh that bitch ain't mine

So why am I stressing

Matter of fact, I take that back

Because my mind is the weapon

So come on

(Come on, nigga

Let's fucking go, man

I came too fucking far to give up on this shit bruh)

And that's the difference

That's the separator

That's the difference between the niggas that never get what they want

And the niggas whose names ring out

Forever

Forever