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Trials

by 10KNYX

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The Mess 01:52
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Uh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh Uh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh Yuh First off, fuck Instagram, you niggas too obsessed Still gone put out major clips, then Imma log out, wish you best Fuck these fleeting thoughts, ain't perfect but I'll work up to the vets Fuck these breaks I'm taking, faking, I'm a constant mental mess It's a bet if you down to work but don't be skipping steps Imma etch, say you hard as stone but out here, you get stretched Tecs facing niggas, I can't even fathom all the hate 803 a work-in-progress Too much traffic, we can't race Niggas see you doing great then the support gets washed away I want everyone to prosper, chasing profits leads you stray Out the way, my biggest songs ain't hit communities, I aim For respect inside the game, I still never found my ace Fuck these random conversations Y'all too worried bout the change But judge everybody's pockets, no ones rocket's in they lane Now we all hate the change Uh Never worry bout getting popular, these words a product of my pain Time I allotted to jotting most often gave me wangs Struggling with purpose, say I hurt you, I convert the pain Works until I search my brain Often solve it through the page Product of environments that sold my happiness, the newest slave to the gains Constantly see ends to my reign, these gloomy days Gaslighting niggas in range, I feel insane You can't even tame all the rage, where's my shame? Assed out and gripping to fame, niggas be lame Break from them mindsets, my nigga Know you doing great, just define it, my nigga These trials on a timer, my nigga Find them early risings, my nigga Get to grinding, my nigga Mock up a dope rhyme then find bliss Get home with mo' time to float, gliding These flips make me wan' fry shit I see these flows like the water hit my eyelids Make mo' lines, we elevate and climb shit God builds you up from a dry stint, align shit Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah
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Meal Tickets 03:00
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Yeah I got homages to pay Accomplishing shit for days Commas to my name then college just leave me drained Still, I maintain a GPA for the aim Life is a scape, the goat is going for game Ice in my veins, I'm over floating, let's bang I ain't conversating if you don't know how to braid And Ian stop the pacing just cuz you patiently waiting Worm told me add some flavor He need a favor, I'm Flav Publicly, I'm enemy number 1, for the pain Still, I'm painting pictures, we gotta shift up they brains Yes, SC got the talent, now let's get fame Hopefully, that's viable towards the goals to get paid Soon as I get the shit, cop the ticket, that plane Coasts of Jamaica, I got no space to complain Yeah Uh Feel these real tidbits For the garms, we on guard for that meal ticket That's on gawd, see me gone, I'm a magician You play the pawn, out in Guam Blind from real sickness Uh, Yeah Feel these real tidbits For the garms, we on guard for that meal ticket That's on gawd, see me gone, I'm a magician I got that pressure in my palm Readers will get it Yeah Yeah, Yeah Uh, Yeah All this trauma I can't tame, I'm my happiest on the page The crackers entertained, abominable on the stage Backing really fazed, the game gotta be played Hacking at the lames, I'm already the gauge Please hold the shade, you blocking me from the rays Hip-Hop stock, forgot that I need a raise Oh mane, I'm not phased Getting hella topical, the raps can not age Dodging every obstacle, the opposition blazed Pick the most specific shit, a mage with the plays Hating is prohibited, I haze all the fakes I'm sipping tea like a prophet I'm finally gon’ top it till I profit, I pop in the ranks Trend topics Stop gossiping Grown men peeping with binoculars at the profits Feel these real tidbits For the garms, we on guard for that meal ticket That's on gawd, see me gone, I'm a magician You play the pawn, out in Guam Blind from real sickness Yeah, Uh Feel these real tidbits For the garms, we on guard for that meal ticket That's on gawd, see me gone, I'm a magician You don't wanna get involved, niggas will rip shit Yeah, Uh Write a song, then I'm gone, exploring in other ways Bored from y'all plays, I'm orienting the stage Reversing all the plagues, I'm burning verses and sage Working all my ways, I'm cursing all of the fakes Stuck up in a cage, let's break out Proactively take routes to permanently slay doubt We came from slave routes, now they just pay now Know I don't play 'round I ain't from they sound but I might pop up Shit straight from Greyhound The dirty flows Ain't heard of those that fake counts We take out Uh, Yeah Feel these real tidbits For the garms, we on guard for that meal ticket That's on gawd, see me gone, I'm a magician Reading psalms, I'm appalled at the ill spirits Yeah, at the ill spirits Yeah, yeah
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Questions 02:39
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Yeah Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah Mmm, uh, yuh, yuh, yuh Steady on the path to get it, accurately spread rage Pedaling my passionate tactics, packing up naysay Mostly from myself but I grew my health, mental gains shape Sped past the lame fakes Feds laugh when they takes Yes spazzing makes ways to credit raps and make plays Crime pays for temporary pap', wait I'm grinding, make timing just for maintaining constantly great takes Was stuck in a lame place I'm pissed that we can skate but I'm thrashing the game Greats will be on my plate Dates, when I'm in the rank Fakes, you nigga is late Only aces in my space All foes should show they face Beat cases, elated that I get picked to come and paint My stories meant to illustrate This healing that I feel is great This drunken power needs AA This mic gives sobering reality, let's make way Waiting for that payday Receive and eat my cake way Cutting through the eight-faced heathens in my space Landing on a great break Learning how to take bass Uh, 10K Uh, Yeah Edging closer to my etching Imma end this as a reverend Waking up is still a blessing Just address me as a veteran Throwing stones ain't impressive Let me know who's in the question Don't get bold in a session Yeah, Uh God be my witness I kept it a stack They question the position with no interest, can't relay the facts Rap resumes ain't as stacked Niggas tryna cultivate some fans before I fade to black Venues packed from all the tracks, I'm ultimately aiding acts Every case, I'm faded, verses plated Crack from certain pads Curses circulate my past I'm working on asserting tasking, always bottle shit up Farther, I go harder with the garments, spilling drip up The fence I'm not a part of, outliers getting clipped up I doubt that you could fix us Niggas fix they lips to tell me I ain't dope, can't pick up Verses phoning around, y'all teaming up for the crown The second verse a hearse, fuck a feature, it's in the ground You stop seeing niggas work, y'all hoes can never slow me down Grinding til a 10K verse running a hunnid thou' Wow Yeah Edging closer to my etching Imma end this as a reverend Waking up is still a blessing Just address me as a veteran Throwing stones ain't impressive Let me know who's in the question Don't get bold in a session
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Blend (ft. Junogloc) 02:56
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Yuh, Uh See I got spare timing I’ll spend it to grind sentences Omnipotent rhymes find me This blind synthesis With my syndicate Signs that I must stop censorship Don’t need studio time I’m in the crib blending shit So smooth, to my benefit The tribe been legit Gone make some businesses Co-signs ain’t my interest This independent shit I’m in this bitch at the kettle The tea spills when you meddle Gotta start on certain levels so my foot ain’t off the pedal I can tell these niggas jello Finna get rich with no bessel I’m really not one to settle But still adaptable when time calls to ace shit Testing niggas and they flagrant, I’m fed up with the fake shit See me steady pacing but drive accord like a spaceship yung nyx the vision, gotta aim for my greatness And the beat give me visions, wake up, and my day lit Lyrical clip got extensions, hope that he finna make it Protecting my energy and I enter on all ape shit This straight bliss Running in these ASICS Niggas be hating when I found my route and got to pacing Criticizing how I’m living when you chill with Satan Now when I’m shining with them grills, keep ten paces Or 10K for that matter Pray that the pockets will get fatter Playing Sonder on a Saturday Niggas could never get madder Getting racks to act sadder Improving through the actors Uh Ayy, 10K Yeah Blend what’s trending Throw it out with your kinship Ten flips enter Microphones, hit the gym shit Pick my sinning Niggas’ steady repenting See no ending to the tribe We go in lit Yuh, to the tribe, we go in lit You on my way to winning, damn, you, finna be late And I ain't fucking with your guys if your energy fake Tendencies say more than words while the symphony play I get a glimpse of what I needed through the lens on your face Glass breaking, I’m past faded on my 10-minute break And I ain't going back to broke, can't get a slice of this cake Ask where the knife at Thinking that you live like us, now where ya life at? Let you get that shit off your chest, now give the mic back Intermission, killing these niggas Thinking they fly, this a hijack, I can't relate Bypass all of your bullshit you can't be saved like this a pool pit Reverend, stepping on niggas, think they the cool kids, oh, shit I beg to differ, who you kidding? Got me livid, nigga, pulling out your liver widdit l split ya kidney then I mix it like the chemist nigga Little nigga ain't fucking with me 'cause I'm the illest nigga Now where the doc at? I'm overhead like a top hat Tell them turn me up, now where the notch at? Broke it, supposedly posted up where the block at Focus Helping you frauds, tell 'em to stop that fronting Only with this pen, I could have the block jumping I stay with my dog like I'm hunting This nothing Blend what’s trending Throw it out with your kinship Ten flips enter Microphones, hit the gym shit Pick my sinning Niggas’ steady repenting See no ending to the tribe We go in lit Yuh To the tribe, we go in lit Yeah To the tribe, we go
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Beyond 01:30
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Yeah, uh, yeah I missed out but it be like that I’m pissed now but it be like that Axe, you reek like that I make it count and I seek out facts I read doubts but I speed past that Cuz see these raps where I speak on wax will see noms I lead bomb tracks The peons passed, it’s beyond packed I Deon dash through all these cats I aim for phenom Just be calm while we call stats Y’all be all cap The streams all hacked The company won’t comfort me The money needs to come to me So I can live comfortably We need to up it There's been some funk in my functions Don’t wanna do nothing with myself I need guides for my health Back on the grind, I’ve dealt I need to find some wealth for my needs But still, integrity is on top speed I’m so glad I dropped “Keys”, I’m back Did hella tweaks for that Product is peak and packed You could release a slap but they can screech your wagon “What happened?”, the reactions when they see fallbacks They freeze y’all stacks, can’t eat off that It’s easy facts, they cheat y’all racks But it’s alright cuz “We like blacks” It’s all cap You can keep y’all cash I tee off bats My trees all last cuz... I missed out but it be like that I’m pissed now but it be like that Axe, you reek like that I make it count and I seek out facts I read doubts but I speed past that Yuh Yuh, yuh, yuh 10K Yuh, yuh, yuh
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Count (ft. OTC Sean) 03:03
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Yeah Been patiently waiting to come up Through times, I've been working on self but I feel like I'm stuck in a loop And I been patiently waiting to come up Wait I've been seeing this shit on repeat How I'm patiently waiting Now I think it's time that I jumped in the scene, uh It's about to get hectic I’m the chosen, I've been selected I'm sick of the rap gang, It's infected Guess I'm a vaccine, I've been injected Now I'm on a come-up, black excellence Self-indulged in the money, rich decadence I’ll have my bitch at my calling or beckoning Working her shit out like a training regimen All this adrenaline got me lurking on the streets for a specimen Honda maneuvers, I'm way too shifty, moving like I'm a veteran Screaming fuck these niggas like I got no melanin I've been holding it in, now I'm stuck up on ten Lost on where to begin Now I gotta treat the gun like it's wifi Hold up, I'm lagging, I'm loading back in Now I'm trying to get connected to any nigga trying set trip On the wrong plateau, got me feeling like I'm Nardo I don't gotta turn on Demon mode cuz with the semi-automatic, it be feeling automatic I done had it up to here with the bullshit Any nigga speaking out of line can catch a full clip They just stepping stones on my way to my property Using my come-up to build my monopoly You only get caught when you not moving properly I got one too many niggas tryna copy me It's unfortunate that I'm an anomaly Shout out JID, he rapping shit flawlessly, and thank the lord I got a bitch with viscosity Still free to gang forever, hope you know that Cruising through the city, feel like a throwback Back to when we worked the block for a slow rack I remember having glocks in the coat rack Now a nigga raising stock for some more stacks But don't think I'm slipping because you'll get your toe tagged I tried to tell ‘em that I'm on a come up Been working on rapping and grinding till sun up Capture the bag and acquire the motto Fuck all the faith, put your life in full throttle When money come fame and the bitches will follow Trust me, those niggas you fuck with just dottle That’s why their BM suck me like a bottle I told my family, don't worry, I got us Then reach deep in my bag, like the fries at the bottom Had to put the swag out just to be in your top ten, I was locked in. Steady doing post-work just to get a drop-in Quit with all the talking Number-one assist king So l had to go and… Count up the wins and like every second You a spec, I’m stepping Understand, I’m septic Tanking all the weapons Taking no rejections I go dumb and special I don’t need no prepping I don’t need confessions If you in the dust, I’m steady auto-pressing Full throttle Letting out the energy Fuck the false impressions That won’t intervene You put an end to me in your dreams Fuck the this and that and the in-between In the den of thieves I ain’t giving pleas And I ain’t appeased Honestly, I’m peeved Please break it up The boy bands made to bite the dust Your old friends getting all the trust You oblivious They won’t hit you up til the rent is up That’s a mental punch Fuck your dental up We can’t flick it up Can’t be no slack cuz I picked it up All the fickle stuff ain’t inventing stuff All this written stuff put me in the clutch Got the smith and tucked Y’all end it all for the little stuff Giving little fucks In the kennel crushed Ain’t no gentle stuff The slot open, Imma fill it up You ain’t real enough Uh Heavy cental stuff Got loud raps cuz I chill enough Instrumental stuff Up the hill enough but I drill enough And I’m still enough Just conceal the cut I don’t feel enough I don’t deal enough Finna end it all if I pick a rental up Fuck
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Cross Roads/Trials (ft. C-4) 02:54
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Yuh, Mmm I done past some lost souls Stuck up on these crossroads Truth is getting tossed out Hate when niggas talk bold Promises are not kept Knocking on the wrong home Interrupted when I slept, ain’t no hitting my phone Top ropes getting out Hot clones getting clout Hot coals in soul, I won’t give up now Love my dawgs and my sounds If you not from the town, leave a message, hit the pound Ten toes to the ground Jot a song, that’s a bet I’m along with the vets I’ll be gone, get the jet Like some tongs, pick up checks Sing my songs, that’s the set Armed with palms, the lord give me breath That’s all through these tests, make sure to do my best I can’t assume the best if I don’t move and stretch The shot is truly wet Yes, I’m truly blessed Feel like I'm stuck in between way too many different things Mismatches they sending me I don’t know what niggas mean Niggas tryna finish me but I don’t got no enemies I’m tryna fight my tendencies I’m tryna fight my old ways Got battle scars and growing pains Niggas show no love because they grow up and all they know is hate Living check to check Nobody I know died from old age My dog wasn't old enough to say his knees hurt by the time I saw his face on the T-shirt Remember on his head, he had no gray hair but the shelter told him cut his dreads or he can't stay there Life is just a game and niggas out here ain't gonna play fair Life is just a game, these niggas out here using cheat codes Life is just a game, you gon’ get hunted or go beast mode Yeah Uh, Uh 10-K Yuh First, my spirit and mind break up Then every day I wake up All this shit that I’m tackling Adamant ‘bout some paper First I’m touring the Vatican Sad again four years later Formattable opponent Now I turn to herbal vapors Mind made up But reminded by my savior God made the test cuz that’s the shit I’m made for Frauds wear a vest but forget about them lasers Cards in my deck get you played for the pay stubs Johnny never test me, y’all don’t got the flavors Say with your chest, please, you gon’ meet your maker Jock into my next steez, as salamu alaykum Hard to do this Quest, shit outdated on that paper “Mama, I done made it” is a sentence I can’t wait for But then again, I’m blessed with this journey, let’s have patience Going from the rec to a check Bless the people that I play for Hopefully, I’m someone y’all can pray for This shit too funky, gotta flex, drop a bomb ‘fore I tank ‘em All these takes get insane Now the candace is trained All that sour in the past, nigga, this a new strain Y’all gas up niggas with some new fame Just to spew some butane Improving with new range These trials bring new change It’s a few good things Pivot with a new swing Niggas know the truth, mane All the shit that I’m proving Don’t misconstrue the new game Tryna spread my true wings Niggas on to new things, uh Uh, uh New things, uh, yuh New things, new things, uh Yuh
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buggin' 01:31
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Uh, look Liken me to paper if you kin Hiking if you ain't want me to win Just give me the mic and Imma hype myself again Anxiety leaving They gon' type up all the trends Came for stipends In a cypher, they all blend I been fighting in the wind She like me for the hype and cuz this benz A Pisces, we just lying in the end I see signs that the timing ain't begin Tryna pipe it, it depends Highest when escaping from my sin But your Highness when I'm skating with the pen Not the safest in this den If I think it, Imma say it, slashing Satan for the spins Give me space and Imma win We ain't friends but they don't get it I could never quit it, this shit quidditch on the back end Usually, I'm snapping or sliding, just rapping Where we going next? Shit, I don't know, I ain't mapping Stacking up the passion So tapped in with the tactics The writing breeds the fastest These lyrical assassins you matching The lanes that I'm passing Run it, I been lapped in That pain never passes It's packed, I've been past it Pockets been elastic I'm acting as an asset of fashions The grace of God just keeps matching My energy is back in You hearing me on wax, only facts for the budget Acting clean-cut for the cameras, y'all love it, I been above it Truth will never plummet Not that I'm perfect, Frontin' But soon, I'm finna run shit I can't stomach what y'all come wit Fucking up the function, the guns, and the drug shit Addicted to the dumb shit Even I'm blazing up shit but I ain't puffing what y'all plugging Y'all buggin' Y'all buggin'
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Keys (Worm's Version) 03:31
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You know what I’m saying? Like, bruh (Yeah) Like, bro, like There is nothing wrong with like– Ev– not even a collaboration as in, like, doing music, bruh It’s like reaching out, respect, all that, bruh Like it’s so simple just to like simply say “Yo, I see you” “I see what you doing” You know what I’m saying? Like, don’t nobody see nobody Yeah, Yeah Uh, Uh Lead me up to the score We get buckets, fasho Y’all got lucky, it shows Keys get stuck in the door Fall from grace ain’t the goal We abrupt with the flow Ease my suffering soul Heed my guts and the glow, yo Uh, Uh Gotta come off Uh, come off Come off rude if I do Look like a fool like I don’t Move in and cool all the smoke SC, the movement, we woke Come to conclusions about hope When y’all misusing the dope I gotta live what I wrote Spit in my face but I won’t Ain’t the same space but we grown Need my respect for eons We on the eclectic evokage Noting all of my hopes Yet can’t share with my folks Cuz sometimes to get the results Gotta maneuver alone Niggas be new to my songs Keeping this tutelage tone Lemme keep it clear I represent the passion Revered Opposite of beggin' for tears Beggin' for hears Tones make y'all feel you wrong Wrong ways, I had to take it Now... Long way from the roots Searching for some hidden truth Getting rid of the loose ends This shit gone depend On my closeness with wins Surrounded by my certain sins Need some growth Water my seed It’s either sink or swim After class, I’m back to the crib Times I pick and choose Activities to keep it cool Not even introverted, just got shit to do The titular student The mic just keeps my cool Uh You’re only set for that one musical route And if you do more in your life then you have more to express yourself by, you feel me? And then it could all just go ahead and tie back into music (Yeah, Yeah) It's all about expression… Uh, Uh Hay days need to be my payday Know I’m finna do it for my namesake But niggas saying “screw it” Need a main pace Bonded on the bands Business makes space Now they take me seriously in the game Wait, Uh Internally save face Maintain faith We heard the same bass They ain’t in the same race So why compare for hate’s sake This a great take All the lanes break Luckily I been straight Staying where I’m embraced Gems in the big face Give it all, the mix safe Gotta watch the intake Chemistry with 10K Bubble up and then spray Leave em in the wind Wraiths carry big tanks Pace that you can’t fake Cake for the big dates Everything the wins make My dawgs finna get plates Uh, Uh You can call til I crash I’m All In at last And that ain’t even have of it Gas, on y’all ass All I ask… Lead me up to the score We get buckets, fasho Y’all got lucky, it shows Keys get stuck in the door Fall from grace ain’t the goal We abrupt with the flow Ease my suffering soul Heed my guts and the glow, yo And you can collab with anyone, everywhere So really, you know, when it comes to collaboration, especially if you know that you both tryna get to the same place You know, why go separate ways when you could just collab together? (Exactly) If we both know we going– we tryna get to the same place, we tryna get from point A to point B, why take two different routes when we could hop in the same car?
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Purge 03:09
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Uh, uh Daily writtens '23, my aim is itching Not for ain't shit decisions, I'll maintain a sentence Killing beats so much, shit, might maintain a sentence The pen my murder weapon Convert the hurt to etching The gretchens all up in my face, I curve and earn my essence Back from satan's clutches Upfront with all the substance Intaking green and dutches Want smoke with all my rough ends, sometimes, I feel I've toughen Sat in silence so long, I'm listening to nothing Made advice but taking nothing from no one Ready to purge my best friends Said my worth wasn't next, man Sediment in my sessions Don't settle in successes Learn your lesson You're blessed and christened, I'm living Breath just keeps giving and earth just keeps spinning But hurt will reap, willing to dig some dirt Feeling so weak in the present The crescent set, as mentioned This death for a pension 9 years and he gained ascension, we moving different These clips won't end, they pick a block and spin He playing with blocks, the bleeding won't stop And how I get on beats tryna slide, making bops I be trying just to make it to the top Without pushing plight I'm on the books to fight The knowledge took his life They dumping cans this time Y'all do a dance, it's fine Duck from the plan, it's fine Duck from the plan, it's fine Yeah Back up from the vision I'm actually the menace Fax, I been depleted, my back had no defending I can't bother with fission I'm back from those decisions Assertive when these nerds hiding Serpents be in church, in your face smiling The world's spineless See niggas eyeing The purge occurs less decided The clique's dying, yuh The clique's dying It's supposed to be gang shit but where the gang went? I'm been wondering and angry that I can't flame this Niggas judging this My aim miss, no motivation I been tumbling, this lame shit I've been contained in Self-inflicted wounds, knowing what pain is But can't avoid the majors Nigga motives always changing I'm on the same shit On the totem, been on main shit Can't have the same bliss It pains me to say this but there's no one I can hang with No face-to-face shit Rap niggas can't create, y'all be so complacent I bet niggas waiting til I'm A-list The test wasn't shit, no playing games shit The check don't got trust when the fame hits I crept and the leeches in my face Bitch, no fazing, so underrated But I'm tripping, judging niggas in my circle Hard to explain this Blame fits I'm sorry for all the lost essence Schedules keep pedaling and I seem Iess invested No progression, all the lessons that I left untested Home-team disappointed by my limp inflections This for all my real ones, I been overstepping I know that we love confessions but I had stretch it Steady tunnel vision makes me lose perspective I'll try to do my best, shit Back up from the vision I'm actually the menace (Yuh) Fax, I been depleted, my back had no defending I can't bother with fission I'm back from those decisions Assertive when these nerds hiding Serpents be in church, in your face smiling The world's spineless See niggas eyeing The purge occurs less decided The clique's dying, yuh The clique's dying
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Promises 01:50
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Uh, 10K, 10K, 10K Uh, Ayy Keep your kilometers Fuck the demic, we go for opulence Keep your promises Fuck the image, you not gone stop this shit Counterproductive days, I duck away, never on top of shit Forgot my options, slip into the phase, mental cage Questioning age, race, and what I bring to the game Aiming for anchors and angst Keep up, I came for the change They give you lint for the day Then demand albums on page You signed to strengthen your state Songs that I sang ain't the same Sanction my place in the game Promise I'll end up with fame But not grow old and insane What in my brain? This the new plague They screw you for the crude game Can't sue 'em, this a new place Can't find the pace Your lawyer minds his bank, collecting cake from your case Then charges more just in case Encasing me in doubt Anger me, I'm needing out My A&R completely leaving me for clout Guide me through this heated drought Budget just depleting, ouch Crickets when you see me out Studios receding Can I be so lit? They leave me out Label peace treaties, I'm still bleeding out Fiend for routes out Out, out Uh Never promising shit Booming your clique I want the commas, hop off cock in this shit Never comment on this I ain't stopping til I get all of my accomplices rich Accomplishing shit Ok Never promising shit Booming your clique I want the commas, hop off cock in this shit Never comment on this I ain't stopping til I get all of my accomplices rich Accomplishing shit Stop promising shit Booming your clique I want my clock up and the— Ight
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Clutch (ft. JrWorm) 03:09
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Yo, yo Check, check, check Ahem Yo Mmm, yo, uh Yuh The more random shit get, the more the tandem’s legit Take ‘em and trample the fits, then hand ‘em cans as a gift If niggas tamper with tips, ramble ‘till y’all get the gist Handle the samples with clips Check all the ammo with this We rocking ame with ‘thyst Copping a gem for the wrist Then rock it out with the risk of niggas splitting ya wig Ain’t hit the gym in a bit Still, tell the bitches you rich Glimpsing, I’m genuinely pissed I’m always fixing a dent Still never ditching the whip Loyalty fixed, I’m equipped Sneaking to rumble the shit Moist flow, supercritical Nothing but all subliminal games Spit with prehensile range Learning to pencil the pain Otherwise, I’ll go insane, not again That dope isn’t helping your brain, fuck is you saying? If coach won’t put you in the game, do you got game? In church, I developed the range, you better sang! Embellishing fame Hellscape was never the aim Good people pelted with blame Gotta maintain some composure Laughing in the face of the devil, he get to' up I won’t ever sniff on some cane for some exposure Make shit explode I’m finna blow, this ain’t over 803 gold, I can’t hold you, you know us Too cold, I ain’t Russian so why y’all rushing? You in the function doing nothing He be sus if niggas among us that we ain’t trusting Metro gone shoot, he be bussing Niggas was never on nothing, we clutching Uh, yuh (Clutch, Worm) 10K, 10K, 10K, yuh (Ayy) They makin' time to arrive But sadly that’s not defined If I say it one more time, then conclusion is I tried I remember that we said our direction was gonna fester through the penmanship made We both thought it would be great I’m in a better state Now I know we weeded out the ones that only hesitate Blatantly redirecting trajectories, you sealed yo fate Only moving when you see somebody that you grew to hate At least that’s what it feel like I hope my momma know I’m right, I said we gon get it So now I’m in till the finish You looking to yo left and to yo right and then you see who gon be resilient I see the life that you leading big And I support the wins But don’t let it be the reason, the losses you comprehend Fail to see attention but you still want to make amends I made my pen Admit to the instrumentals that I’m the one dealing issues Man they only feel you when it’s relevant Prevalent energy come around when it’s enemies That want sound to be casualties Counting up more than green I’m more than mortified That more mortals are bonafide in their tries to tell lies Understand it’s a disguise Get to know you notice, notoriety what molded you We never talk no more and now you think I’m oweing you Laugh to the bank and now it’s my turn Look at how I’m, uh, ayy, walking through Devils damn near robbed you I still don’t think you mindful on who around you plotting I ain’t God and I ain’t trying You ain’t gotta hear my lines Might be better off not benign But the rhymes that I’ve written make me get to wishing that you would listen I just want peace over envy, the mission Worm Yeah Everyone watching what you doing And it's something that you just can't escape anymore So just make due with what you got And everything will fall in line It's all about the trials Trials and error Trials 10KNYX, JrWorm
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Missing 03:05
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Uh, uh Yeah, yeah, yeah Uh, uh Yeah, yeah, yeah Uh, yeah Niggas was missing, now I'm conflicted with the big stuff Anxiety kicking, slimmest of pickings for my mental Eyeing these writtens, niggas dismissive with my pencil Mood swings hitting, nigga, I shoot, just tell the kin "Duck!" This shit different, the only goal is put a win up Proving this shit to myself, over with the big Ls R.I.P. all of the greats, dreaming for the big sales Niggas only want the help, checks ain't coming in well Bitch, I don't got it, so don't be stressing for the intel Knowledge is power so ignorance don't make it end well Grinding my flowers, what I deserve is what I inhale Package in, it's getting lit, I hope it mix well Facts again, while niggas tired, give 'em big hell Craft and blend all my in and outs, we pen well Don't get too stuck in this shit Patterns, know where you fit Waves get fumbled, that's it Try your luck, you a spliff Flamed and cut from the clique, we may humble a bitch Keep Ks coming and get up from tumbles and shit I won't mumble for clicks I wasn't hiding I just dust my shoulders and sit up Cut when I'm equipped Cloth that's draping the fit Lost, you niggas ain't shit This shit come with a gift Yuh Uh You want it to last, he won't insert friends You asking for cash but won't put work in The output is ass, you can't convert sin At first, I'm hurt but then I had to learn pens Came from the dirt, still there but I'm searching Aim from the earth, we finna be skirting above the stars My God seeming so pertinent To murder shit, I'm perched, beats getting hurt again I ain't perfect but prayer will help insert a win Feeling perturbed again, I never heard of kin Problems stretching niggas thin That's from a certain trends, count yo pockets Envies keep boxing Compare and wear conflict Niggas dare pop shit I'm finna flare hot shit, stop it I been on "I don't know" timing Just left my soul gliding That shit like emotionally rolling with no license We driving slow, vibing Passing a roach, lighting a way for you niggas SC will have goats, timing tells it all Ain't felt the fall but I'll survive it This silver rope's my lining, gripping it close, climbing People watching like I ain't thriving As long as you trying and move silent, you'll prove the truth's hiding Who knew we'd stoop climates? Amongst the crews lying These so-called groups tied in But y'all seem loose My friend is not a title they cherish I see through smoke and the mirrors Faded but I ain't embarrassed Niggas was never for caring My well-being is tearing This life shit ain't the fairest but Imma land when they staring Yuh
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Yeah Uh I ain't in the game for co-signing I can't receive fame for consignment My hunger's never tamed in this climate I be under pain when I'm not writing Niggas see me swinging for the fences, Imma line it up To the skies, I'm a comet I can't trust a soul on this island, I was failed by the pilot Crashed landed, ain't the flyest guy I can't lie, my fire stopping, uh Still, hella truth in my shit, let's find these topics Niggas ain't make rules to this shit How we get profits? Not that that's the focus and shit, but I make hot shit I wanna find my worth and get rich, give me some options I know self-doubt been a bitch, I need some progress But then when you get out of it, you be looking selfish as shit Want me to stop it Finally found routes to my bliss I hoped y'all would watch it My blessing got blocked up Y'all honestly opping I ain't for the secrecy, ain't pleasing when you popping You shake with the loosest of grips, niggas vagina Harder to push kindness when the world's out-of-pocket As I'm rising, yuh Step aside when, yuh I be rising, yuh See me rising Up thinking "Who's finna get what I be jotting?" In shadows that I truthfully fit, mentally boxing Found what's the root of that shit, gotta be honest Harbor all this rudeness I get, internally toxic Use it as a tool when I spit, no cycle's stopping Praying that the sooner I sit, these diagnostics will heal themselves Assuming I'm sick But don't see doctors Running in them circles and shit Ain't knew the sides And I'm working on just letting go Not myself, I gotta mold better habits Said that magic gotta go Know the funds are coming slow Rapping tactics give me comfort I been under feeling low Too alone Wolfing on the hair, I'm so unaware of how to cope Wear a cape for everyone but wonder where niggas go when I need 'em most Nothing holds weight when I spoke Shit funny til you the joke constantly Honestly, I just need some time to think sonically I'll express my woes Every friend looks like a foe Four times I done cried in a month I fix up and ignore all my lows High enough float and flow Can't even remember goals This blasphemy Ian giving backing to niggas who won't blast for me We black and you stabbing me It's been bad for me We black and you stabbing me It's been bad for me Man, yuh As I'm rising, yuh Step aside when, yuh I be rising, yuh See me rising As I'm rising, yuh Step aside when, yuh I be rising, yuh See me rising

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We can still relate to each other at different points of the path. Take charge of the trials. - 10K

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released March 14, 2024

Executive Produced by JrWorm
All Lyrics Written & Performed by 10KNYX
All Tracks Mixed & Mastered by JrWorm
Cover Art Designed by Zenica & yung nyx
Cover Art Photography by @_picsbyavery

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