Ten – Searching

Lyrics Searching – Ten

I’m up in the streets, I’m rollin’ too deep
It’s just me and Top, we searchin’ for beats
I’m the reason he dead, got hit in the head
He was speakin’ on me, now, the p**sy deceased
She givin’ out head, I’m givin’ out bread
They scary a*s brother ain’t got more money than me
I know that he scared, he duckin’ the bullets
He was runnin’ from Ten, he thought that it was beat

Mask on, he strapped with a Glock
AR-15, b**ch came with a stock
When he take out the trash, that’s when he got popped
He think he a gangster, but, he really the cops
He thinkin’ of peepin’ me, he thinkin’ of ..
Just like Peach Boy, he lookin’ for opps
.. this s**t is non-stop
Don’t matter who city, I’m goin’ to the block
Don’t matter who first, I’m goin’ to the top

Youngin on block still sellin’ them rocks
You better get low when we swingin’ that Glocks
Murder she wrote, then, it’s off with your top
Long live Jim, n**ga, you was the G.O.A.T
Scary a*s b**ch, better act like you know
They call me .., so, I hit his backdoor
Long live .., a*s for the G.O.A.T

I’m up in the streets, I’m rollin’ too deep
It’s just me and Top, we searchin’ for beats
I’m the reason he dead, got hit in the head
He was speakin’ on me, now, the p**sy deceased
She givin’ out head, I’m givin’ out bread
They scary a*s brother ain’t got more money than me
I know that he scared, he duckin’ the bullets
He was runnin’ from Ten, he thought that it was beat

I’m up in the streets, I’m rollin’ too deep
It’s just me and Top, we searchin’ for beats
I’m the reason he dead, got hit in the head
He was speakin’ on me, now, the p**sy deceased
She givin’ out head, I’m givin’ out bread
They scary a*s brother ain’t got more money than me
I know that he scared, he duckin’ the bullets
He was runnin’ from Ten, he thought that it was beat

He thought that it was beat, but, it’s really the top
Back to back, we gon’ wet up yo’ block
Wreck the Benz, now, I’m up in the Wraith
Catch the b**ch, I’ma spin his face
Real gravedigger, you n**gas ain’t safe
You n**gas be lame, you n**gas be gay
You n**gas be b**ch, you n**gas be h*es
You mention my name, get shot in the face

I’m f**kin’ her good, I’m f**kin’ her nasty
She wan’ have my baby, I nut in her face
I really be havin’, n**gas be cappin’
Them n**gas be dissin’, I don’t know what to say
I’m up in the trenches, I thought it weren’t safe
I’m up in the trenches, I’m runnin’ from Jakes
I’m up in the trenches, you know where I stay

I’m up in the streets, I’m rollin’ too deep
It’s just me and Top, we searchin’ for beats
I’m the reason he dead, got hit in the head
He was speakin’ on me, now, the p**sy deceased
She givin’ out head, I’m givin’ out bread
They scary a*s brother ain’t got more money than me
I know that he scared, he duckin’ the bullets
He was runnin’ from Ten, he thought that it was beat…

Written by NBA Ben 10 & DTRAY
Album: Never Broke Again: Nightmare on 38th Street
Produced by DTRAY
Ten | 2022