Ten Nine Fourteen - Bryson Tiller

Fasho

So, ever since October

Living out my dreams and 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

Yes I’m Derby 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 killer smoke yo it put me in a coma

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

Versus anybody, really show me my opponent

They coming for my head, not 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, terminating betrayers

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 youngest 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?

(Laughs)

Yeah

I just gotta let this shit ride man

(Ya dig?)

Uh, I feel like Weezy F Baby sometimes man

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 lot 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, 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 cool 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 gon' 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 truth

The whole truth, ay, baby yeah