10th Floor - Clavish ft. Potter Payper

I hit the stage and the worst that can happen is I get booed (Booed)
But that's better than my crib getting boomed (Boomed)
Armed jakes with their guns out, telling me and mommy not to move
Used to turn one into two
A thousand used to be my reup, spent a thousand on some shoes
Hide my face and leave my phone at home, ain't tryna leave no clues
I'm from the jungle, not a zoo
Yo, my block's pissy, I used to be pissed poor
When I never had a trap house, used to bag it on the fifth floor

The sixth floor, the seventh floor, the eighth floor, the ninth floor, the tenth floor
Mum told me watch my friends, but mummy, what are friends for?
In the streets, you pick a side, why you sittin' on the fence for?
Told them niggas, "Don't slip," like a wet floor

My chain's always untucked, my Rambo's always unclicked
My chain costs more than one brick, my knife got more than one prick
I got way more than one stick, I'm too lit for just one bitch
Mummy thinks her son's rich, your drillers, they ain't done shit
My youngin got murder on his mind or attempted
MAC at Chloe's house was never, ever mine, just used to rent it
I'm renting
If the phone does two a day, I'll give her ten bits
But don't ask me for no more unless I'm whipping and I stretched it
A cat overdosed, but I don't know if I'm meant to say sorry
I ain't killed no one before, but my bobby caught a body
G17 on me, person next to me got the shotty
My wrist always rainin', my watch should have came with a brolly

The sixth floor, the seventh floor, the eighth floor, the ninth floor, the tenth floor
Mum told me watch my friends, but mummy, what are friends for?
In the streets, you pick a side, why you sittin' on the fence for?
Told them niggas, "Don't slip," like a wet floor

More time, when I'm rappin', I just paint pictures
More time, they're just cappin', they're some shapeshifters
Full time, I was trappin', check the rain, pissing
Check the snow, I scrape bowls like cake mixers
Rap star, fans stop me now and take pictures
I used to hand them out
I'm fat, white with four eyes, I'm used to standing out
I got mashes for your pockets, ones with clips hangin' out
They know Potter from the jail house, I've been bangin' out
Ask Whisper how I cut him to his bones
He ain't never slap shit, well, probably his spouse
I'm thirty-six and 0, I never need no one to vouch
I got ten-ten chocolate, have them on the couch slouching
I used to run the hotline, I ain't on the phone mouthing
I make your cats set up your workers and we're turning up at houses
And he who laughs last laughs loudest
Now they're paying euros, that's at least three hundred thousand
Any time I hear a tap run, I get nostalgia
Cah I used to mix it like Tiffany Calver
Tenth floor, ninth floor, eighth floor, pissed on the seventh floor, sixth floor, fifth floor where I keep my powder
I turn the cat's house to the Dorchester
I had three phones ringing like an orchestra
I had the bando packed like the morning bus
I blew mum and them a kiss and left the court in cuffs