Ten-Eight - G Perico

Yeah

What up, Uce?

Uh

I think I need therapy

Gotta talk and get some kind of clarity

My baby mama don’t want me 'round my kid

Just imagine how that shit feel

Can’t trust nobody in the hood

I know these niggas they’ll kill me if they could

Every attempt ever made straight backfired

Tell the cops I’m legit, bitch, I rap now

Still on G shit, still on C shit

Everybody mad 'cause they thought I wouldn’t be shit

Ten-eight and Broadway, niggas tried to murder me there

If you ain’t heard about me then you ain’t from around there

Mr. Betty Crocker cake baker, casino breaker

Better suck it right now 'cause you won’t see me later

Bro, I spend bands on this shit, put my mans on this shit

When I come up, don’t be mad, you was playin' with this shit, nigga

It might sound crazy, I really love the hood

You ain’t gotta worry, I’ma keep us lookin' good

Ten-Eight

Got myself an uzi and a black four-five

It might sound crazy, I really love the hood

You ain’t gotta worry, I’ma keep us lookin' good

Ten-Eight

Got myself an uzi and a black four-five, uh

Am I stuck in this shit?

Always in somethin' fast pullin' up to this shit

Always plottin' on gettin' me some money

Credit score almost at 800

Feel the pressure from the transition

Now the whole crew is hand-pickin'

Bust big plays, split bags with 'em

Couple times I fell off, but ain’t nobody know

'Cause I move too fast, I’m right back on it

Back to the business, feds kickin' in the door

If I get back on some loced out crippin'

Niggas unhappy, makin' me nervous

Make one wrong move, I’ma squirt it

If I’m judged by twelve, what’s the verdict?

See me, niggas, real motives and I heard it

Disturbin' that’s how I let it go

And if it wasn’t for music, y’all woulda been got smoked

It might sound crazy, I really love the hood

You ain’t gotta worry, I’ma keep us lookin' good

Ten-Eight

What’s happenin', bitch?