March 10th Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, listen, uh

[Verse 1]
I need to work on my timing
I need a girl with no mileage
I need to know who I'm finding
I need patience, a silver lining
My confidence shoot through the roof now
My people know that I'm the truth now
A hater can get the finger or my foot
Or the spit from the gap in my tooth now

I spend my days on the road
I spend my nights in the air
Had to grow up with demons
I'm sorry but you could not scare me
I'm sorry but I cannot hear you
Looked into your soul, saw the real you
My hands are tied, I cannot feel you
If I had time, I'd probably end you

Hold on, listen, back on my shit (Shit)
Need room, I need space, so back off my dick
Huh, get it, back in my bag
I'm in a whole different type of time, I feel no jet lag
(Slow it down)

Who that nigga if it ain't me?
I might cop a chain for every nigga I see changing
We in the same game but never in the same league
I did a lot, you talk a lot, it's not the same thing

Catch that, I see all you niggas falling off
One bad play will have you niggas calling audibles
I treat my Timex like an Audemar
I never check it, I live life, probably won't see tomorrow
Bet that, uh

I don't care about nothing, where the check at?
Keep my head up 'cause niggas really hate when—
—You so blessed, so I found a way to flex that
Boss up, boss up, I wake up every day to a toss up
Been a while since I had to take a loss man
Saw the devil so I hit 'em with a cross up, cross up

So faded, I see the light, I'm so jaded
The pressure had to make a diamond I see a mountain? Gotta climb it
Who wanna go to war with a gladiator?
The show is starting, I'm so glad you made it
Spirit fit, I'm exercising patience
Working off of my faith, I'm so highly favored

I earned my stripes, I earned my right
I earned my title, earned my rank, just to earn my life
I learned my way, I learned my no, I learned my yes
I learned to walk then I learned to fly
Then I learned what manhood is
I'm a canned good kid, so hard in a candid pic
I never could chill, so tough billy badass just mad
I don't know what candid is

Hold on, get it

[Verse 2]
I'm a top shotta, uh
Hustle like my mama, uh
I can't stop until I got five commas
Today my sister birthday, oh how I wish I could call her
But to talk to her I gotta answer to my father, uh

I got problems I ain't tryna solve
I have no vices, I can't run, that's just to top it off
I lay at night hating myself 'cause I can't stop it all
But if I fold then what was all them hard times for?
Risking my whole life for

Never half with my stepping
I never not learn my lesson
I'm never not with my weapon
Take a shot, never nonchalant
Inshallah, make it out this far
Should I ever fall, I pray to God he don't let me fall too far
This my calling, can't answer your calls
Not stalling, I'm stalking my goals
Prey on my downward spiral
In plain clothes I play my role
I roll with the punches, that's touch and go if you didn't know
My technique is titan like I kick tanks in they tender souls
You know?

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