Big Sean - 10 2 10Lyrics

Imma' be paid forever I look up Finally Famous nigga I woke up working like a Mexican That mean I work from 10 to 10 Then 10 to 10, then 10 again Nightmares of losing everything boost my adrenaline All this bread can't be good for my cholesterol Don't come round' talking loudly, fucking up my repertoire dawg I can't lie bruh lately I've been stressing heavily I'm sipping, popping, smoking on whatever take the pressure off Diss you, FF Imperial 'til my burial Dodging every bullet and venereal Anti fuck boy material 'til I'm dead, I'm living proof If you focus on what's in front of you and not what's in the peripheral It's gone, word, boy I seen drama on drama Drama on drama over comma on comma I'm bringing home dead prez, my house done feel like its haunted I put the city on my back, right along with my garments Went to sleep, snoring I woke up working like a Mexican That mean I work from 10 to 10 Then 10 to 10, then 10 again Nightmares of losing everything boost my adrenaline I got 3 jobs like I'm Jamaican though I need 3 wives like I was Haitian though One cook, one clean, the other PMS'ing, no hable ingles If police have questions they don't know what that mean nigga They say Detroit going through the great depression Still it's been depressed so long I can't even tell depression here My homeboy still gon' pull up on them rims big as a Ferris wheel So many rides up on the curb my lil 'cause thought the fair was here Like oh, I'm primo, top spot redeemed ho, for who, my team And we might take a trip to Jamaica, Montego, pussy and flamingos Got me thinking the fuck I need to sleep for? I woke up working like a Mexican That mean I work from 10 to 10 Then 10 to 10, then 10 again Nightmares of losing everything boost my adrenaline