Big Sean — 10 2 10

[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 [Verse 2] I got three jobs like I'm Jamaican though I need three wives like I was Haitian though One cook, one clean, the other PMS’ing No hablo inglés if police ask questions We don’t know what that mean, nigga They say Detroit going through the Great Depression Still it’s been depressed so long, I can’t even tell depression here My homeboy still gon’ pull up on them rims big as a Ferris wheel So many rides up on the curb, my lil cuz thought the fair was here Like oh, I'm primo, top spot redeemed ho For who? My team And we might take a trip to Jamaica, Montego Pussy and flamingos Got me thinking fuck I need to sleep for? Huh [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 [Outro] Nightmares of losing everything boost my adrenaline Ayy, lemme get the, uh, lil bitch