Ten Nine Fourteen (Explicit) - Bryson Tiller (布莱森·提勒)

Lyrics by：Bryson Tiller/Joshua Scruggs/Keith Sweat/F. Scott

Composed by：Bryson Tiller/Joshua Scruggs/Keith Sweat/F. Scott

So ever since October

Living out my dreams they got a lot closer

Had to do it for my daughter before she got older

Had to wake the sleepers up b***h I got folgers

I'm the realest n***a out remember I told ya

Guess I'm dirty city raised but I'm not local

Now they actin' like they kin I do not know them

I've been prospering ever since I dropped don't n***a

But it don't stop here I gotta keep it goin' keep it goin'

Keep that hate coming my n***a I'm a keep ignoring

God tiller your flow so prehistoric

Got got killers smoke yours or put me in the corner

I'm cassius my n***a put me in the corner

Versus anybody really show me my opponent

They coming for my head I'm like makonnen

Kill them all send 'em my condolences

And I'm back back back on my b******t n***a

Do I miss doing this s**t just for fun just a little

Now I do it for funds that's facts fundamentals

For a house up on the makers lawyers doctors my neighbors

Everyday I say my prayers terminators portrayers

Now the man is blessing me first the man was testing me

I went through the storm not knowing whether

It was green on the other side or not

That s**t would bring out the best of me

I'm so true with it who are you kidding

12 asked what I do for a living told them Google it

I'm so rude with it and the youngin' doing it

You don't know what I been through n***a

This the truth n***a oh my goodness

Spittin' flames in the booth n***a oh my goodness

God really came through for me oh my goodness

I can give a f**k about you and your mothaf**kin' crew

That's ain't something I would do no I wouldn't

Ya dig

Yeah

I just gotta let this s**t rid man

Ya dig

Uh I feel like weezy f baby sometimes

Carter 3 wayne carter 4 wayne

Carter 5 man where that s**t at

Yes Sir

You know me I gotta keep it real on this s**t

My shawty mama put me out the crib n***a I was payin' bills

Almost got a third job she don't know the way it feels

But look look at how a n***a living

My dream just got a little more vivid

And I'm starting to see a whole lot more friendlies

But I don't want too many no I don't want too many no way

City to city

Never forget that phone call I got from timbo and richie

When I was in philly that's when I knew this s**t wasn't given

Then s**t really got crazy when got the kicks from drizzy

Well the recognition from drizzy alone

I remember when they slept on me memory foam

Can't believe timbo the king just sent me back home

But now that boy getting on my n***a give me the throne

Ya dig

Yup I know the people they diggin' me now

The cools kids from high school can't sit with me now

My baby mama's mama can't say s**t to me now

What did she do wrong she better figure it out

You better I done grew into a wise young fella

This is true s**t you know tiller goin' tell 'em

I'll tell 'em the truth I'll tell 'em the truth I'll tell 'em the truth

The whole truth yeah

I'll tell 'em the truth I'll tell 'em the truth I'll tell 'em the trut

The whole truth ay baby yeah