Marc Manz - 10 Assists Lyrics

Said I knew how to play my hand, I made the plan and went straight to work
I don't even wanna shake your hand unless it's on paper first
I'm ten toes down, swag walking cause my ankles hurt
Always making ends meet, it's about the angle work
I did favors for some people that I had to hurt
Let them knock me off my job, I just get back to work
A good day it take five minutes to write a half a verse
A bad day it take no time and only half the work
I'm going for a shit a long shot but I was born hot
Got it in me and got it on me, I couldn't force stop
Stay down, that's how you end up coming out on top
Nobody fooled, that's what we call the hat on top the bald spot
Save the bullshit, we don't sell it in my car lot
Lot of times I thought I knew my way when I was far out
This how it start out, then you get the wraith with the stars out
A lot of people flop, I'd make it back right off a part out
Been different, try and stay humble so my win different
I can feel it in the air, I think the wind different
Y'all ridin' goofy, they be switch flippin
I was already down, they had kept kickin
I lost my dawg wish he was coming back
Could've did the race, I think he only had another lap
I treat a beat like it's lost, and I bring it back
If I could, I would smoke until my lungs collapse
I got planes, trains, and automobiles
Constantly, you can't time that
I'm at candle lights for people, I went to vigils with
A lot of my raps ain't even raps, they just literate
I'm a ticket, write a hit and then I litter it
I said no when everyone considered it
Just for them to turn around and say I'm inconsiderate
Think whatever help you sleep, I don't really give a shit
Was crafty with the words, but they just cared about my penmanship
Shit, I let the beat bounce off the walls like the exorcist
And I seen them laugh when I say rap what my profession is
Far from perfect, but I'm still the closest thing to a perfectionist
Got all bars, so my reception is golden on both phones
I still don't answer like I need me a receptionist
Effortless, I ain't even trying, I'm finessing this
Drawed, I could've balled in a game, but I got ten assists
Split it with a good group, you gon' see the benefits
It's hard, I been reaching for the stars, just gotta stretch my wrist
It ain't no comp, you couldn't pay to be my nemesis
Living through it, getting to it, ain't got time to reminisce
Cause I had my shot, so I can't say that I never miss
For real, I treat my steering wheel like it's a metal whisk