10 Gallons - Isaac Zale, Mick Jenkins

And I’m on ten

And I got a ten gallon water for squad

I’m a hit that bitch one more again

And I got tints all on my ride

I ain’t ever hiding just plotting on a run away

And I got homies I miss that died

I dont want to feel that shit again

And I hotbox when I’m in my ride

I ain’t ever hiding just

I ain’t ever

Look at how a death affects you

Now I got two straps, ambidextrous

Homie got blew back now I’m next up

Mick and I two step, straightened your chest out

I been inside of the kitchen

I don’t need any permission

Unless shawty tryna' get pipe

‘Cause that be my bitches decision

I don’t want no Margiela or Balenci’s

You could not offend me

You could only push me to the edge and find lead from the end of my 50

Bitch I’m with the wind, see

Pop a motherfucker like Jones no Quincy, ugh

I been on the hunt for the Benjies, bruh

‘Cause every thing that glitter lets me feel it in my soul

Big bro got popped and I pray for his soul

I feel less human when I sit back and morn

But it makes me feel something

I’m little bit torn on the topic

Corn on the cob

When you flow I’m appalled, homie stop it

Apostle of God with a god complex and I know y’all mother fuckers catch these

optics

These op-op

And I’m on ten

And I got a ten gallon water for squad

I’m a hit that bitch one more again

And I got tints all on my ride

I ain’t ever hiding just plotting on a run away

And I got homies I miss that died

I dont want to feel that shit again

And I hotbox when I’m in my ride

I ain’t ever hiding just plotting on a run away

And I’m back with a black mask

Anybody tryna brah-brah take a cat nap

I don’t want to take another tablet of acid

I don’t want to have another panic and flash back

Blood’s thicker than water

I starved with my men, now we split up the lotto

And I could never cave, take a bitch to the grotto

And fuck 'til my dick hurt

«Distract me» is my motto

False loyalty to people

Where reciprocation is weak

My seven deadly sins, might occupy the whole week

I felt I owed her my life

For helping when I O. D

'Til Cherry told me «homie, you would do the same shit for me»

And that’s true as fuck

My bitch green obsessed but got the bluest blood

And my burgundy soul’s polysporin in the cut

And the water of the womb grows thinner than the blood

Spark up the cannabis

Bitch I’m inanimate

I don’t feel shit since bro got killed

And all of these pills really helping me handle it

Drop dead weight, it’s water

Keep me away from the alter

My body is morphing and changing a lot

But my soul is the part that dont alter

Drop dead weight, it’s water

Keep me away from the alter

My body is public and up for the taking

My soul is the part I don’t offer

And I’m on ten

And I got a ten gallon water for squad

I’m a hit that bitch one more again

And I got tints all on my ride

I ain’t ever hiding just plotting on a run away

And I got homies I miss that died

I dont want to feel that shit again

And I hotbox when I’m in my ride

I ain’t ever hiding just plotting on a run away

And I’m on ten

And I got a ten gallon water for squad

I’m a hit that bitch one more again

And I got tints all on my ride

I ain’t ever hiding just plotting on a run away

And I got homies I miss that died

I dont want to feel that shit again

And I hotbox when I’m in my ride

I ain’t ever hiding just plotting on a run away