10 2 10 Big Sean

[Intro]
I'ma be paid forever
I look up, Finally Famous, nigga

[Chorus]
I woke up working like I'm Mexican
That mean I work from 10 to 10
Then 10 to 10, then 10 again
Nightmares of losing everything boost my adrenaline

[Verse 1]
All this bread can’t be too 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
You bitch you, FF Imperial
'Til my burial, dodging every bullet and venereal
Anti-fuckboy material, 'til I’m dead, I’m living proof
If you focus on what’s in front of ya 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 it's haunted
I put the city on my back, right along with my garments
Went to sleep, snoring

[Chorus]
I woke up working like I'm Mexican
That mean I work from 10 to 10
Then 10 to 10, then 10 again
Nightmares of losing everything boost my adrenaline