Ten / Rya Interlude

[Part I: Ten] [Intro: Conway the Machine] Yeah, we turnt all the way to the max right now, nigga Bitch, I'm T'd right now, nigga Yeah (Cannon, Cannon went crazy) Your bitch know it I swear Ah [Verse 1: Conway the Machine] Lately I been fucking bitches by the twos (Twos) Getting millions by the twos (Twos) Black Cully, black seats, hop out in Chicago 2s (Ah) Black forty, green beam punching like it's Rocky 2 They told me I wouldn't make it out, okay, I'm confused (What?) Yeah, that mission was impossible, but bitch, I'm Tommy Cruise Street nigga, yeah, my father never dropped me off at school (Never) Kutter counted up a million on FaceTime, I got enthused (Talk to 'em) Flew a ratchet out the Cabo, had her top me by thе pool Yeah, judging by the jewеls, you'd think we sold a lot of food Yeah, they said they gon' do somethin' to me, okay, I'm amused 'Cause they ain't got a clue, them niggas must don't watch the news (Brrt) Niggas know just how we move, yeah [Chorus: Conway the Machine] I'm on ten (Yeah, yeah, uh, woah) I'm on ten (Woah, woah, woah, woah) Bitch, I'm T'd, I'm on ten Turnt to the max, I'm on ten (Yeah) I'm on ten I'm on ten (Yeah) Bitch, I'm T'd, I'm on ten (Uh, ah) Turnt to the max, I'm on ten (Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: Conway the Machine] Fifty racks in both pockets, bitch, I'm T'd (Bitch, I'm T'd) I re'd up with all the profit, bitch, I'm T'd (I re'd up) I shot straight up to the top 'cause, bitch, I'm T'd It ain't shit that they could do to stop me, bitch, I'm T'd Fuck you mean, nigga? [Verse 3: Key Glock] I'm on ten, my bitch is a ten Nickname Glock, the FN my best friend Got a bulletproof Maybach, president Benz Just push that lil' button, them boys gon' spin (Yeah) Just push that lil' button, send them boys to God I jump out the Porsche, but didn't go to the park You know I'm a king, cannot pull my card We push up on niggas like a broke garage Yeah, yeah, long as I got me, I don't need your help Yeah, ten toes down, do this shit myself I'ma hustle, I'ma get it 'til my last breath Yeah, get back gang, put his brains on the steps I be swimming through the money like Michael Phelps I ran up the bag, still ain't caught cramps Everybody got sticks like we finna camp (Baow) [Chorus: Conway the Machine & Key Glock] I'm on ten (I'm on T) I'm on ten (Woah, woah, woah, woah) Bitch, I'm T'd, I'm on ten (Yeah) Turnt to the max, I'm on ten (I'm on ten) I'm on ten I'm on ten (Yeah, uh) Bitch, I'm T'd, I'm on ten (Ayy) Turnt to the max, I'm on ten (Yeah, yeah, brrt, baow, Glizock, I'm on, pow, pow, pow, yeah, God, yeah, uh-uh) I'm on ten (Yeah, yeah, uh) I'm on ten (Woah, woah, woah, woah) Bitch, I'm T'd, I'm on ten (Yeah) Turnt to the max, I'm on ten (I'm on ten, yeah) I'm on ten I'm on ten (Yeah) Bitch, I'm T'd, I'm on ten (Ah, ah, ay) Turnt to the max, I'm on ten, yeah (Yeah, yeah) [Part II: Rya Interlude] [Verse: Rya Maxwell] I cannot be in no gang (No gang) even if I'm on my own (On my own) And I be gettin' real lit (Gettin' real lit) even if I stay at home (At home) I really don't know who you think you are All you wanna do is doubt me from the start All you wanna do is hate on me and post about me even if I really give heart You really need to change You need to change your ways No, you cannot stay the same No, this is not a game I'm going stupid, I'm going through it I'm 'bout to shoot you like Cupid I'm going crazy, I'm 'bout to lose it They tryna solve me like Rubix You was real dumb, you was real goofy You had the chance and you blew it You was real numb, you was real lucid You had a bag and you threw it Now you was never included You was excluded You got some beef, we'll conclude it You got some beef, we'll dispute it The streets is polluted With dead bodies and ran that through it You argue online for clout You're nothing without And I do not know how You even get around When you wear all these masks, then you still get around And you're scared someone will catch you and put the lights out Did someone catch you off guard? Ooh Now they shoot you from afar, ooh They shooting at you and they shoot at your heart And they making sure it do not restart And now you was nothing but part of the charts They driving by and they shoot you from the car If you get lucky, you get another chance, you better rethink and you better think hard You better end that beef Better stack up your money You better go get clean You better go get green (Yeah, yeah) You better act right, ooh 'Fore someone shoot you in the back or two I'm 'bout to start a tycoon And I'm 'bout to get my stacks right too Stay going crazy, we go with the guys Ooh, we 'bout to stack up supplies (What? What?) We 'bout to go and shoot right to the sky Like a nimbus cloud, I'm 'bout to take flight You don't put no effort, you never tried You staying together, I promise you'll die And I am forever in, dead or alive I'm married, but all you do is deny