Ten Years' Time

[Intro] This instrumental's hard In ten year's time if I end up like my man [Verse 1] In ten years' time if I end up like my man I'm a failure You wanna know what's ten times crazier Someone ten years younger shaved him up Tell someone over them sides wake him up Never see a man with a **** move shakier Bring the long nose outta' the Glee **** [Verse 2] Make sure it's just music Let me find out it's more than that and Ima' lose it Make your choicе and choose it Can't figure out if I'm chatting bout you, wear it if thе shoes fit **** go straight to the net, saying that they don't do it for the net Is it crack? Are you stupid? He could barely breathe, he woulda' thought outside was humid Why you talk so much you little broken condom? You don't want that problem All of my shoes got laces, no latex but my gloves on All of the bully gettin' ****, race off the Glock won't stop till the cut's gone Catch a M and fly out to yard, in my string vest, smoking **** with my Crocs on [Verse 3] If your cunt ain't wet, I won't trouble it, yo, gyal, open your mouth, let me cum in it This little bitch wanna boom off my cocky after she finished the boom with the rum in it I won't roll with my gun for the fun of it, the car behind got a fuckin' gun in it One had a whistle and one had a beam, but I need a **** with a fuckin' drum in it (grrr) [Verse 4] The feds had me livin' in fear, the reason I ain't ching something in over a year Took a train from Paddington, grub, had bare, just seen two pussio jakes tryna stare Cheats that grub, clutch that gear They won't let man go if this shit goes pair My circle small, just **** the square, and we brought that package with care [Verse 5] I can't relax in this condition, with all this flakin' hair The butter I got come lookin' like share, in country, the fucks to spare, I ain't swingin' no **** Im' swingin' my spare, not revealing my nank, til' I get up near But he turned to a dasher, "hold there", I'll swing my splasher, and ruin the clothes that he wear He came 'round wavin' his fire in the air, beef with chickens thats where Fill it, or still get chingy right there, know the nine cheap gold, didn't come from clear **** That's why they hate this jareer