Lyrics Big Sean – 10 2 10

Intro
Imma’ be paid forever
I look up
Finally Famous Nigga

Hook
I woke up working like a Mexican
That mean I work from 10 to 10
Then 10 to 10, then 10 again
Nightmares of losing everything boost my adrenaline

Verse 1
All this bread can’t be good for my cholesterol
Don’t come round’ talking loudly, fucking up my repertoire dawg
I can’t lie bruh lately I’ve been stressing heavily
I’m sipping, popping, smoking on whatever take the pressure off
Diss you, FF Imperial til my burial
Dodging every bullet and venereal
Anti-fuckboy material til I’m dead, I’m living proof,
If you focus on what’s in front of you and not what’s in the peripheral
It’s gone, word? Boy I seen drama on drama
Drama on drama over comma on comma
I’m bringing home dead prez, my house done feel like its haunted
I put the city on my back, right along with my garments
Went to sleep, snoring

Hook

Verse 2
I got 3 jobs like I’m Jamaican though
I need 3 wives like I was Haitian though
One cook, one clean, the other PMS’ing, ho Hablo ingles’
If police have questions they don’t know what that mean nigga
They say Detroit going through the great depression

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