Ten Nine Fourteen Lyrics - Trapsoul - Bryson Tiller

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, bitch I got Folgers 

I'm the realest nigga 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", nigga 

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

Keep that hate coming my nigga, I'ma keep ignoring 

God Tiller, your flow so prehistoric 

Got, got killers, smoke yours or put me in the corner 

I'm Cassius, my nigga put me in the corner 

Versus anybody, really show me my opponent 

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They coming for my head, I'm like Makonnen 

Kill them all, send 'em my condolences 

And I'm back, back, back on my bullshit nigga 

Do I miss doing this shit, 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 shit 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 nigga 

This the truth nigga, oh my goodness 

Spittin' flames in the booth, nigga, oh my goodness 

God really came through for me, oh my goodness 

I can give a fuck about you, and your mothafuckin' crew 

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

Ya dig? 

Yeah 

I just gotta let this shit rid man 

(Ya dig) 

Uh, I feel like Weezy F Baby sometimes 

Carter 3 Wayne, Carter 4 Wayne 

Carter 5, man where that shit at? 

Yessir 

You know me, I gotta keep it real on this shit 

My shawty mama put me out the crib, nigga I was payin' bills 

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

But look, look at how a nigga 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 shit wasn't given 

Then shit 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 nigga 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 shit 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 shit, 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