10 Feet Tall lyrics

by

Alex Wiley


[Hook]
Ten feet tall, no lie
Brand new can of whoop-ass on me
b*tch you know I had the gas on me
b*tch you know I got the gas on me
Boy, f*ck you doing? Pacin' this sh*t
Ain't nobody finna pass on me
What you waitin’ on to smash homie?
Put your weight up on the gas homie

[Verse 1]
Penny pinching, pus*y popping
Clocking double shifts for all them years to get that mini-pension
Paid tuition, loans, exchanging gifts
This new group tender, been on Tinder sexting n*ggas
All in debt and I am not impressed with n*ggas
Don’t think that I forgot
Gucci, Louis, Prada, out of pocket
Feel depressed with problem n*ggas
It’s a piece of me in all them, feeling nauseous
Finally speak to doctor, called it awesome signals
Keep it funky, consequences ostracism
Lots of wisdom, pardon mama’s pot to p*ss in
Haters wish for more but I went out to get it
I been living on the edge homie
Months since I done seen a bed homie
Little voices saying this is poyfect
Telling them n*ggas get up off they ass homie
[Hook]
Ten feet tall, no lie
Brand new can of whoop-ass on me
b*tch you know I had the gas on me
b*tch you know I got the gas on me
Boy, f*ck you doing? Pacin' this sh*t
Ain't nobody finna pass on me
What you waitin’ on to smash homie?
Put your weight up on the gas homie

[Verse 2]
Shined before I learned to crawl, Paul Wall
Answered ‘fore I learned to call
No prophylactic contraceptive, b*tch I’m raw dog
n*ggas say you got to pick a lane
And I’m the n*gga came to p*ss ‘em all off
Ride around and bump my favorite hits
That range from Robert Kelly up to Sosa
Down to Wiley, Monster Mike, and other folks
I’m in this crazy world, finessing close calls
Keep it even-keeled, but on they odds with the idea of ever being wrote off
Twist another one to demo on
Most of y’all just in it for the power
I’m in Babylon and I’m convinced, uh, yeah
Sleeping mass, but I’ma wake ya, I’m just different
Virgo in me, tryna fix it I’ve been feeling
[Hook]
Ten feet tall, no lie
Brand new can of whoop-ass on me
b*tch you know I had the gas on me
b*tch you know I got the gas on me
Boy, f*ck you doing? Pacin' this sh*t
Ain't nobody finna pass on me
What you waitin’ on to smash homie?
Put your weight up on the gas homie

[Outro]
Ain't nobody finna pass on me
Ain't nobody finna pass on me
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