Evidence – 10,000 Hours

(With the dope rhyme that I kick)
‘Cause no one will do it for ya, so I keep ’em peeled and scoping
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I took my time to find my own shit, 10,000 hours

"The alpha dog, quiet, quiet, [?]

[Verse 2: Evidence]
Spitters cop the G Rap, the rest are on some Drake shit (right)

What’s up (with the dope rhyme that I kick)
I felt like losing, like, "How could I be worthy"?
Lay ’em all together, then I make a song, feeling like I made a hit
Even when they’re knocking at the door and telling me to win
(Evidence, Evidence, Evidence, Evidence) (is at the door)
(Now it’s time for me to make my impression felt)
(Evidence) (is at the door)
[Verse 1: Evidence]
Same vinyl crates, but I’m coming up with new flips
(Now it’s time for me to make my impression felt)
My friends did it big and my friends did it early
I don’t wanna see my fans broke or be bitter

I dead ’em first, and their scalp is just a bonus
(With the dope rhyme that I kick)
[Scratches: DJ Premier]
And I don’t wanna see my heroes slanging verses on their Twitter
But never in my feelings when I’m dealing with opponents
While my fans wait for music leaving comments on a photo
Well, here I am, graduating with diplomas
Pantyhose from my mother clothes, and I lay a bar
(Evidence) (is at the door)
Thinking back, I wasn’t letting ’em in
[Scratches: DJ Premier]
Met a lot of people I admired, inspired by their talent
(Now it’s time for me to make my impression felt)

As an ode to my mom, what the camera’s shooting solo
[Skit]
[Scratches: DJ Premier]
(Ayy) Everyone’s an imitation
Go to class, play the shit, the day is what you make of it
Mic stand booth in the [?]
I lowered my voice deep and tried to rap hardest
On my classic, like karate kid and blue chips
I strike the match, then I’m caught up in the moment
(Evidence) (is at the door)
(With the dope rhyme that I kick) Yeah, uh
No borrow type or loan shit, ’cause I’ma own it
(Fucking crazy) I make it mine ’cause my eyes are open
Burning bridges, there’s nowhere to go but forward
My mother said I’d understand when I was grown up
I was guarded as an artist from the first day I started
I looked the other way if they was criminal or violent
You’d make our paper euro, dollar, yen, kronas"