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Track 10 Unedited Video (MV)






A.Wil & Phili - Track 10 Unedited Lyrics




I'm more infatuated with getting to know myself
Managing stress bey and taking care of my health
I'm stateside hustling tryna increase my wealth
And helping everybody who just wanna seek my help
I'm realizing it aint cool to have hoes and shit
And realizing every girl you ain't suppose to hit
Niggas laugh say I need new clothes and shit
But when I step out I always get chosen quick
Some of these niggas priorities backwards
All of they money gettin smoke up in a backwood
They eyes red like a nigga tie from SAC would
While I'm just tryna run it like a nigga from track would
Niggas infatuated with the wrong things
So just listen to the message that shit song brings
Hey, I'm chef Willy with the wrist while I'm working in the kitchen
And I encourage everyone to listen when I'm telling you to
Keep praying for better days
Keep calm and meditate
Stay true and never hate
Cause these songs are forever hey
That's how we go every week though
Doing this just for the people and its deep yo
Tryna score like a free throw when I speak though
Real talk but they sleep tho

I'm infatuated
With tryna pay my mommy mortgage
Nigga you know I'm infatuated
With tryna graduate from college
Nigga you know I'm infatuated
With tryna give the people knowledge
Nigga you know I'm infatuated
I'm infatuated

I'm infatuated, Is it love, Not really
These hoes don't feel me
I got way to many problems to keep that shit in me
Please holla if you with me
But if I had one wish I would ask for three more, Like that nigga Timmy
Never a Trixie thing, I need a litty thing
That Ripleys Believe It or Not type of thing
I need all typa things bey
I just cant explain this shit
You know food, water, soap and things to bathe with
But these nigga out here copping J's
They thinkin bout raw dogging somebody daughter
When niggas out here dying from aids
A nigga tryna die from old age
And put my mommy up in a mansion beach front with the waves
You know them typa things bey
The real things real niggas is deal with
I know real niggas gone feel this
Bey A.Wil stop tryna Soulja Shaddy up the beat
I tryna write something for my niggas in streets
You could feel the heat
You know I bout to bomb on these niggas like the Middle East
With the hickory dickory, F*ck I look like letting these f*ck niggas belittle me
Off with the energy, Just pour me some Hennesey
And lean towards my future like that tower in Italy
You niggas is Little League, I'm major to everything
I got it all on lock and you ain't got a set of keys

Cause I'm infatuated
With the money and the car and the clothes you wear
Girl I'm infatuated
With a fat ass booty, Smile, and Nice long hair
Cause I'm infatuated
By now I should know better
But now I'm infatuated
Now days tryna see clearer

Even though I be infatuated with the new things
Nice watch, cop cars with the loose change
I be killing niggas like Luke Cake
I be

Stay true and never lie
R.I.P Sammy real niggas never die
And It would be a lie to say that I had never cried
I know you looking down on us from way up in the sky
Fly Horseman Fly
From now yea its Yolo
And for my nigga Sammy all I'm buying is that Polo
And all I want is coconut rum in my Solo
And for my nigga I'm just tryna run it like im Flo Jo

Even though I be infatuated with the new things
Nice watch, cop cars with the loose change
I be killing niggas like Luke Cake
I be f*cking up a check not thinking bout a new day
Oops say think I be tripping of that Dussé
I think I think I need a new boo thang
Nah im just playing
I think I found somebody who could take me out the game though

Stay true and never lie
R.I.P Sammy real niggas never die
And It would be a lie to say that I had never cried
I know you looking down on us from way up in the sky
Fly Horseman Fly
From now yea its Yolo
And for my nigga Sammy all I'm buying is that Polo
And all I want is coconut rum in my Solo
And I'm just tryna run it for my nigga like I'm Flo Jo
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I'm more infatuated with getting to know myself
Managing stress bey and taking care of my health
I'm stateside hustling tryna increase my wealth
And helping everybody who just wanna seek my help
I'm realizing it aint cool to have hoes and shit
And realizing every girl you ain't suppose to hit
Niggas laugh say I need new clothes and shit
But when I step out I always get chosen quick
Some of these niggas priorities backwards
All of they money gettin smoke up in a backwood
They eyes red like a nigga tie from SAC would
While I'm just tryna run it like a nigga from track would
Niggas infatuated with the wrong things
So just listen to the message that shit song brings
Hey, I'm chef Willy with the wrist while I'm working in the kitchen
And I encourage everyone to listen when I'm telling you to
Keep praying for better days
Keep calm and meditate
Stay true and never hate
Cause these songs are forever hey
That's how we go every week though
Doing this just for the people and its deep yo
Tryna score like a free throw when I speak though
Real talk but they sleep tho

I'm infatuated
With tryna pay my mommy mortgage
Nigga you know I'm infatuated
With tryna graduate from college
Nigga you know I'm infatuated
With tryna give the people knowledge
Nigga you know I'm infatuated
I'm infatuated

I'm infatuated, Is it love, Not really
These hoes don't feel me
I got way to many problems to keep that shit in me
Please holla if you with me
But if I had one wish I would ask for three more, Like that nigga Timmy
Never a Trixie thing, I need a litty thing
That Ripleys Believe It or Not type of thing
I need all typa things bey
I just cant explain this shit
You know food, water, soap and things to bathe with
But these nigga out here copping J's
They thinkin bout raw dogging somebody daughter
When niggas out here dying from aids
A nigga tryna die from old age
And put my mommy up in a mansion beach front with the waves
You know them typa things bey
The real things real niggas is deal with
I know real niggas gone feel this
Bey A.Wil stop tryna Soulja Shaddy up the beat
I tryna write something for my niggas in streets
You could feel the heat
You know I bout to bomb on these niggas like the Middle East
With the hickory dickory, F*ck I look like letting these f*ck niggas belittle me
Off with the energy, Just pour me some Hennesey
And lean towards my future like that tower in Italy
You niggas is Little League, I'm major to everything
I got it all on lock and you ain't got a set of keys

Cause I'm infatuated
With the money and the car and the clothes you wear
Girl I'm infatuated
With a fat ass booty, Smile, and Nice long hair
Cause I'm infatuated
By now I should know better
But now I'm infatuated
Now days tryna see clearer

Even though I be infatuated with the new things
Nice watch, cop cars with the loose change
I be killing niggas like Luke Cake
I be

Stay true and never lie
R.I.P Sammy real niggas never die
And It would be a lie to say that I had never cried
I know you looking down on us from way up in the sky
Fly Horseman Fly
From now yea its Yolo
And for my nigga Sammy all I'm buying is that Polo
And all I want is coconut rum in my Solo
And for my nigga I'm just tryna run it like im Flo Jo

Even though I be infatuated with the new things
Nice watch, cop cars with the loose change
I be killing niggas like Luke Cake
I be f*cking up a check not thinking bout a new day
Oops say think I be tripping of that Dussé
I think I think I need a new boo thang
Nah im just playing
I think I found somebody who could take me out the game though

Stay true and never lie
R.I.P Sammy real niggas never die
And It would be a lie to say that I had never cried
I know you looking down on us from way up in the sky
Fly Horseman Fly
From now yea its Yolo
And for my nigga Sammy all I'm buying is that Polo
And all I want is coconut rum in my Solo
And I'm just tryna run it for my nigga like I'm Flo Jo
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Writer: Aaron Wilmore, Anthony Forbes
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