10 Bands (feat. Reque)

Ooh, I love black gold, baby Diamonds got it lookin' like we made it You can see the stress and pain on our faces Went broke with a newborn baby Wartime dead, homie, shell casings Ain't no complainin' if you bangin I'm coated to the core, can't fake it You worried bout these hoes? I'm tryna get rich If I gave a bitch some money, best believe that she flipped it Took a L and spazzed, had to pull myself together Learned dope boy lessons from cocaine pep They ain't tryna let me in, kick the dough off the hinges Respected by niggas that walk lines in San Quentin Hit the 15, drop the load off in Vegas Reach for my chain, I'ma make a nigga famous You'll be disappointed if you ever feel the need to put your feelings in it Before it's said and done, best believe I make a million, nigga Before it's said and done, best believe I make a billion, nigga It ain't no nigga like me Me and Wing pass it, my young niggas pass it Nine-five grapes, they can't tell you we don't have it Tell the truth, you couldn't manage what I manage And I still take my chances in traps Ten bands, all in twenties, make sure the count is right Had a voice in this shit before I had a mic Spent more than what you made, you ain't trappin' right Only eat what you kill, what's your appetite Ten bands, all in twenties, make sure the count is right Had a voice in this shit before I had a mic Spent more than what you made, you ain't trappin' right Only eat what you kill, what's your appetite I can rap about my life for you, you can watch it on display What you know about sprintin' to an AK with your mates Purple side of the tracks where you know they doin' damage Riddled bullets through your door, now your car title South from the land where they reckless and you know they do You grab me, me and Reek, twin cancer, yeah, you know we came signed Get money, ain't rockin' signs, if I believe in the violence Man, these niggas need game, best believe we prescribin Came a long way, saw a line in the bleachers Now I got all of these diamonds, gotta watch for the leeches Forced my way into the game, cause nobody was teachin Hard to move to the left since these niggas be reachin Niggas pockets on low and they steady out beefin Bitches stab you in your heart and they'll do it with treason Grand family main attraction, you know that they feenin Ten bands on your head, so the scoreboard even Ten bands, all in 20's, make sure the count is right Had a voice and then shit before I had a mic Spent more than what you made, you ain't trappin' right Only eat what you kill, what's your appetite Ten bands, all in 20's, make sure the count is right Had a voice and then shit before I had a mic Spent more than what you made, you ain't trappin' right Only eat what you kill, what's your appetite What's your appetite