Ten Toes Down

(Intro — low engine idle, talkbox warped) Yeah… One deep… still dangerous… 3 7… last one standin’… (Hook — heavier, aggressive glide) Ten toes down, I don’t trust nobody, Windows down, let the smoke get cloudy. Cruise too slow but my heart beat fast, Rearview twitch, I don’t live in the past. I’m the last of my 7’s, still standin’ tall, 37th Street Mafia — I don’t fold at all. Rather be judged than laid in a box — So I ride all night with my eyes on lock. (Verse 1 — aggressive, controlled anger) Late night pressure, engine hum low, Streetlights flicker like they know what I know. One deep ridin’, I don’t need no help, Too many loose lips got me movin’ by myself. Windows cracked, let the smoke leak out, Mind stay sharp, I don’t drift in doubt. Every block feel like a test I pass, Every shadow get checked when I slide right past. I don’t trust smiles, I don’t trust hands, Seen too many flip just to save they plans. Eyes on everything, never caught off guard, Life turn quick — I been playin’ it hard. (Hook) Ten toes down, I don’t trust nobody, Windows down, let the smoke get cloudy. Cruise too slow but my heart beat fast, Rearview twitch, I don’t live in the past. I’m the last of my 7’s, still standin’ tall, 37th Street Mafia — I don’t fold at all. Rather be judged than laid in a box — So I ride all night with my eyes on lock. (Verse 2 — more explicit, ruthless mindset) I don’t kick it with many, I don’t speak too much, ‘Cause everybody got angles, I don’t feel that trust. Keep it on me — yeah I stay like that, I ain’t slippin’ one time, I ain’t built like that. Seen real ones fall, seen fake ones rise, Now I read every move through a colder set of eyes. If it feel off even slightly, I’m gone, I don’t argue no more, I just move on. Solo in the ride but I feel no lack, Peace in the silence, I ain’t needin’ no pack. This life I chose, I don’t beg or pretend, I’d rather stand alone than break or bend. (Bridge — talkbox, darker) Last one left… still I ride… No trust here… just my mind… 37th street… still alive… Stay dangerous… every night… (Hook — final, louder, layered) Ten toes down, I don’t trust nobody, Windows down, let the smoke get cloudy. Cruise too slow but my heart beat fast, Rearview twitch, I don’t live in the past. I’m the last of my 7’s, still standin’ tall, 37th Street Mafia — I don’t fold at all. Rather be judged than laid in a box — So I ride all night with my eyes on lock. (Outro — engine fading, cold) Last of my 7’s… Still ridin’… Still watchin’… …always…