10,000 hours in the booth
10,000 songs I got the juice
10,000 lies that I been told
10,000 times I seen the truth
10,000 hours in the booth
10,000 songs I got the juice
10,000 lies that I been told
10,000 times I seen the truth
Tell me how that feel
Tell me how that feel
Take a look in the mirror man
How that feel?
Tell me how that feel
That sh#t ain’t real
10,000 hours I spent on this craft
Now I’m a stoundin’
Every verse I drop is gas
No more doubtin’
Why you say it like that?
I never pouted
Used all the pain
To get off my #ss and
Hit the ground runnin’
Y’all ain’t bout nothin
I been dodgin’ droppin’ since the pandemic
Had a couple tracks do kinda good
Delete the whole album
I can’t stand wit it
Listen finally
Im out the minor league
Im a pro now
And my pronouns are G O A T slash G O D
Slash ain’t no rapper that could battle me
I send em off to the back of the line with a casualty
Disintegrate every fallacy
Integrate with the greats do it casually
They all the same I’m sayin sh#ts sad to me
I spent time makin’ hits while laughed at me
Now they stand in the crowd and they clap for me
Take pics like a fan harassin’ me
Got no time for that steady chasin’ dreams
10,000 hours in the booth
10,000 songs I got the juice
10,000 lies that I been told
10,000 times I seen the truth
10,000 hours in the booth
10,000 songs I got the juice
10,000 lies that I been told
10,000 times I seen the truth
Tell me how that feel
Tell me how that feel
Take a look in the mirror man
How that feel?
Tell me how that feel
That sh#t ain’t real
Feel. Checked in, alive, trying to get a different vibe
With a little bit of loud like, this a blessing
Time kinda got me intertwined, sipping wine
Or tequila with a lime man my mind going crazy
Like maybe ima nine, zero, nine, nine baby
Long range in your face like “what you repping?”
I’m not for the game don’t play me
In control I been, like soul locked in
Like sol I pour pine, floor might glow shine
The god walk Sol, type flamey
That’s beside the point align and point
Ten thou, zero friends, ten thousand attempts
Ten thousand, ten thousand again
Quinn wilding the Ben Wallace of the sh*t
Like, Been blocked, been stopped for a minute
Landslide, Hancock in the spirit like, yeah I know
Fam stand by innocent, here try get clocked
Fifty seconds like yeah I know
Air clear now that we winning, can’t stop
You’ll die catch you slipping like yeah I know
Ten thousand rhymes deep yet I grow
Yeah I know, VIOLET!
10,000 hours in the booth
10,000 songs I got the juice
10,000 lies that I been told
10,000 times I seen the truth
10,000 hours in the booth
10,000 songs I got the juice
10,000 lies that I been told
10,000 times I seen the truth
Tell me how that feel
Tell me how that feel
Take a look in the mirror man
How that feel?
Tell me how that feel
That sh#t ain’t real
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