10,000 Hours Testo
Testo 10,000 Hours
(Evidence) (is at the door)
What's up (with the dope rhyme that I kick)
(Evidence) (is at the door)
(With the dope rhyme that I kick) Yeah, uh
(Now it's time for me to make my impression felt)
I was guarded as an artist from the first day I started
I lowered my voice deep and tried to rap hardest
Thinking back, I wasn't letting 'em in
Even when they're knocking at the door and telling me to win I felt like losing, like, "How could I be worthy"?
My friends did it big and my friends did it early
Met a lot of people I admired, inspired by their talent
I looked the other way if they was criminal or violent
Mic stand, booth and an ASR
Pantyhose from my mother clothes, and I lay a bar
Lay 'em all together, then I make a song, feeling like I made a hit
Go to class, play the shit, the day is what you make of it
(Fucking crazy) I make it mine 'cause my eyes are open
'Cause no one will do it for ya, so I keep 'em peeled and scoping
As an ode to my mom, what the camera's shooting solo
While my fans wait for music leaving comments on a photo
(Now it's time for me to make my impression felt)
Same vinyl crates, but I'm coming up with new flips
On my classic, like karate kid and blue chips
I don't wanna see my fans broke or be bitter
And I don't wanna see my heroes slanging verses on their Twitter
(Ayy) Everyone's an imitation Spitters cop the G Rap, the rest are on some Drake shit (right)
I took my time to find my own shit, 10,000 hours
No borrow type or loan shit, 'cause I'ma own it
Burning bridges, there's nowhere to go but forward
I strike the match, then I'm caught up in the moment
But never in my feelings when I'm dealing with opponents
I dead 'em first, and their scalp is just a bonus
"The alpha dog, quiet, quiet, and honest"
You'd make our paper euro, dollar, yen, kronas"
My mother said I'd understand when I was grown up
Well, here I am, graduating with diplomas
(Now it's time for me to make my impression felt)
(Evidence) (is at the door)
(With the dope rhyme that I kick)
(Evidence, Evidence, Evidence, Evidence) (is at the door)
(With the dope rhyme that I kick)
[Skit]
Hi, this message is for Mike. Calling to remind you that you have a pair of Mackie HR824, it's here in the shop, that has been available for pick up since August, if you would not like to keep them, we can recycle them for you, just let us know
What's up (with the dope rhyme that I kick)
(Evidence) (is at the door)
(With the dope rhyme that I kick) Yeah, uh
(Now it's time for me to make my impression felt)
I was guarded as an artist from the first day I started
I lowered my voice deep and tried to rap hardest
Thinking back, I wasn't letting 'em in
Even when they're knocking at the door and telling me to win I felt like losing, like, "How could I be worthy"?
My friends did it big and my friends did it early
Met a lot of people I admired, inspired by their talent
I looked the other way if they was criminal or violent
Mic stand, booth and an ASR
Pantyhose from my mother clothes, and I lay a bar
Lay 'em all together, then I make a song, feeling like I made a hit
Go to class, play the shit, the day is what you make of it
(Fucking crazy) I make it mine 'cause my eyes are open
'Cause no one will do it for ya, so I keep 'em peeled and scoping
As an ode to my mom, what the camera's shooting solo
While my fans wait for music leaving comments on a photo
(Now it's time for me to make my impression felt)
Same vinyl crates, but I'm coming up with new flips
On my classic, like karate kid and blue chips
I don't wanna see my fans broke or be bitter
And I don't wanna see my heroes slanging verses on their Twitter
(Ayy) Everyone's an imitation Spitters cop the G Rap, the rest are on some Drake shit (right)
I took my time to find my own shit, 10,000 hours
No borrow type or loan shit, 'cause I'ma own it
Burning bridges, there's nowhere to go but forward
I strike the match, then I'm caught up in the moment
But never in my feelings when I'm dealing with opponents
I dead 'em first, and their scalp is just a bonus
"The alpha dog, quiet, quiet, and honest"
You'd make our paper euro, dollar, yen, kronas"
My mother said I'd understand when I was grown up
Well, here I am, graduating with diplomas
(Now it's time for me to make my impression felt)
(Evidence) (is at the door)
(With the dope rhyme that I kick)
(Evidence, Evidence, Evidence, Evidence) (is at the door)
(With the dope rhyme that I kick)
[Skit]
Hi, this message is for Mike. Calling to remind you that you have a pair of Mackie HR824, it's here in the shop, that has been available for pick up since August, if you would not like to keep them, we can recycle them for you, just let us know
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