Mak11 - Ten Four (feat. spenny blunto)

Mind my flex I'm so consistent raw ridiculous
Signing checks no loans legit it's not fictitious
I'm the ref I blow the whistle y'all get dismissed
On the grind with Phwesh and J Official
Know we gotta get rich quick
I insist it, my window I can't miss it
Just try and mind your business, I get dough til I get sick
Wine I'm sipping, I been broke I'm a witness
I'm flying high forget risks, it's ten four finding digits
It's ten four if you listening
There's a memo did you get it
I'm the next goat you gon' witness
Making yes no bold decisions
Found the tempo that could fit this
Cop a Benzo roof go missing
If my ends low I don't hit licks
Bet I been grown I'm efficient, aye
Your system glitching your condition hurting
No intermissions when you winning and that shit for certain
I been conditioned recognition what the kid deserving
In my position these decisions seem to give me purpose
I'm smoking purp come catch the surf I'm really on a wave
I'd known since birth I had to work until I got it made
My flow berserk this rap shit worth it seeing y'all amazed
So go do your research no cap I'm pertinent can not be phased
Smoking Hercules I'm hunching back like Notre Dame
I know they heard of me the youngin' Mak control the game
They broke like worker bees can't cut 'em slack they showing shame
Yeah when I blow I'll splurge these g's a hunnit racks that's only change
Mind my flex I'm so consistent raw ridiculous
Signing checks no loans legit it's not fictitious
I'm the ref I blow the whistle y'all get dismissed
On the grind with Phwesh and J Official
Know we gotta get rich quick
I insist it, my window I can't miss it
Just try and mind your business, I get dough til I get sick
Wine I'm sipping, I been broke I'm a witness
I'm flying high forget risks, it's ten four finding digits
Running up them numbers, gonna fill my bag
Money got my Fear of God, my pants gon' sag
Intuition fuel my mission so my jet don't lag
Got the vision my position while my new Ghost zag
I stayed ten toes down, and I built four walls up
Manifesto found, don't want to test my luck
'Bout to step those bounds where them rest folks stuck
I accept the grounds, I can take my bucks 
Not in a rush, roll a Dutch, we got business to discuss
Hands clutching all the cards, think I grip a royal flush
Every room filled with gold like I got the Midas touch
Every room filled with hoes, they inviting me to fuck 
A different kind of struck
It was deliberate not a bluff
Push the limits of my luck
'Cause I'm indifferent to you fucks, yeah
Mind my flex I'm so consistent raw ridiculous
Signing checks no loans legit it's not fictitious
I'm the ref I blow the whistle y'all get dismissed
On the grind with Phwesh and J Official
Know we gotta get rich quick
I insist it, my window I can't miss it
Just try and mind your business, I get dough til I get sick
Wine I'm sipping, I been broke I'm a witness
I'm flying high forget risks, it's ten four finding digits

Written by:
Andrew McDonald, Spencer Brake

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