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Big Sean - 10 2 10

10 2 10
Big Sean
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[Intro:]
I'ma be paid forever.
I look up.
Finally famous, nigga!

[Chorus:]
I woke up workin' like I'm Mexican,
That mean I work from 10 to 10,
Then 10 to 10, then 10 again,
Nightmares of losin' everything boost my adrenaline.

[Verse 1:]
All this bread can't be too good for my cholesterol,
Don't come ‘round talkin' loudly, fuckin' up my repertoire, dawg,
I can't lie, bruh, lately I've been stressin' heavily,
I'm sippin', poppin', smokin' on whatever take the pressure off,
You bitch, you, FF Imperial till my burial,
Dodgin' every bullet and venereal,
Anti-fuckboy material till I'm dead, I'm living proof.
If you focus on what's in front of ya 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 bringin' home dead pres, my house done feel like its haunted.
I put the city on my back, right along with my garments,
Went to sleep, snorin'.

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
I got three jobs like I'm Jamaican, though,
I need three wives like I was Haitian, though,
One cook, one clean, the other PMSin', no habla ingles,
If police have questions, they don't know what that mean, nigga.
They say, Detroit goin' through the great depression,
Still it's been depressed so long I can't even tell depression here.
My homeboy still gon' pull up on them rims big as a Ferris wheel,
So many rides up on the curb, my lil cous thought the fair was here.
Like, oh, I'm primo, top spot redeemed, ho, for who? My team.
And we might take a trip to Jamaica, Montego, pussy and flamingos,
Got me thinkin' the fuck I need to sleep for?

[Chorus]

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