10 Meals - Castro Escobar

Uhh, I had to get off my ass

Pedal to the metal with my foot on the gas

95 miles per hour, bruh, all in a dash

And my momma finally cried cause I’m ballin' my cash

I heard they stealin' my flows, but that don’t make it no better

Cause you jockin' my style, that don’t make it no better

If a bitch tryna play me I’ma go ahead and let her

Get so much head, I feel like it makes me more clever

Don’t get mad, I get even

It’s prices to the shit

Cause I’d rather live alone than livin' with a lifeless bitch

And that’s real (I tell her), and that’s real

The price of my shoes will probably buy me 10 meals

And I’d still be, uhh

And I’d still be drinkin' all of the time

The homie fucked the side bitch, fuck it, she wasn’t mine

I don’t ever be trippin' over no spare shit

It’s broz over hoes, migo sharin' is carin', that’s right

Ball out, straight cash out

Everybody know that that’s a lie, lie, lie

Fiction raps, they lies on tracks and claim they facts, uhh

But I don’t see it though

Ball out, straight cash out

Everybody know that that’s a lie, lie, lie

Fiction raps, they lies on tracks and claim they facts, uhh

But I don’t see it though

I wake up in the mornin' and I fuck real quick

I like sharin' so you can’t say that you gon' steal my bitch

Ain’t nobody that can say that they gon' steal my shine

But I heard a lil somethin' soundin' like my rhymes

Okay, I think that I got me a couple swagger jackets

They like me, then hate me, and front like they some rappers

But man it ain’t nothin', you’s a mower to a tractor

You’s a hooptie to a 'Rari

You’s a lizard to a raptor

I got bars for days, I got bars for months

I got songs for ladies, and I got songs for sluts

24's is still rollin', and I don’t like foreign

Man, my closet like a horse, they bafool in that Ralph Lauren

I still be goin' in, bro

What you think?

My body’s like a Sharpie, cause that bitch is full of ink

And I stay Faith fuck to that Goose, but I be sippin' on Tequila

And I’m brown to the bone, like a

Ball out, straight cash out

Everybody know that that’s a lie, lie, lie

Fiction raps, they lies on tracks and claim they facts, uhh

But I don’t see it though

Ball out, straight cash out

Everybody know that that’s a lie, lie, lie

Fiction raps, they lies on tracks and claim they facts, uhh

But I don’t see it though

But I don’t see it though