Interstate 10 (feat. Future)

Ooh, bitch, you're breaking a nigga heart (Breaking, yeah)

Yeah

The person they want a nigga to be (Where does she go?)

This shit breaking my heart (The game)

This shit never sleep (10 summers)

Mustard on the beat

Yeah, skinny jeans on me with extendo

Hanging with them young niggas, flocking, pulling kick doors

Yeah, we was hanging at the bando

Fully loaded clip, went and stashed up a benzo

Flew the dracos out at LA on a pj

And we taking off no delay

No delay, we taking off the murder rate

Everything from chinchos to parquet

Audemar baguette, have it tinted, better relay

Money coming through, blue hundreds on impact

Married to the game, caught new pinkstones

No new friends, caught five new foes

Extend money, need to be the right one

Double up my cup, ooh-ooh pop one

Copped new drops, upper echelon

Hustlers made it look lavish

In the middle of the night, go to saturn

Two toned Patek, go spazzing

Ten brand new whips in traffic

No evidence, no lacking

Bentley routine, go re-up

Fully loaded magazine when you see us

It's a full time job tryna stay on point

Glock four-zero, hollow points

Yeah, skinny jeans on me with extendo

Hanging with them young niggas, flocking, pulling kick doors

Yeah, we was hanging at the bando

Fully loaded clip, went and stashed up a benzo

Flew the dracos out at LA on a pj

And we taking off no delay

No delay, we taking off the murder rate

Everything from chinchos to parquet

Game chose me, ain't choose this

Empty out the clip before you lose this

If your city on your back and your shoulder

You gotta rally, you gotta spray like a soldier

Vultures, they come with the territory

V12, your motor is mandatory

Whipping the soda, be cool through the speed

Make it on Interstate 10 and achieve

This is not regular town, you gon' bleed

Came from the game, ain't no trust, pushing keys

From the cook up to the tour bus

You see how far our ambition took us

We bring all the hood niggas with us

They non-believers, we made 'em believe us

From my block to your block, they love homicide

Looking like a foreign dealership outside

Yeah, skinny jeans on me with extendo

Hanging with them young niggas, flocking, pulling kick doors

Yeah, we was hanging at the bando

Fully loaded clip, went and stashed up a benzo

Flew the dracos out at LA on a pj

And we taking off no delay

No delay, we taking off the murder rate

Everything from chinchos to parquet

Interstate 10

We risked it all to get it in

And we would risk it again

It's breaking my heart, this currency

Knowing it's breaking me heart

It's tearing me up, what you're doing to me

It's tearing me apart

This greed and this envy, I don't know where to go

Don't know where to start