10th Floor

[Verse 1: Clavish] 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 [Chorus: Clavish] 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 [Verse 2: Clavish] 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 [Chorus: Clavish] 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 [Verse 3: Potter Payper] 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