8 Out Of 10 作词 : Lloyd, James Kowan / O'Brien, Matthew Warren 作曲 : Lloyd, James Kowan / O'Brien, Matthew Warren Too rich for who? Y'all just got rich again Who grips the mic and likes to kill their friends? I never been the type make amends If s**t was at a eight we like to We like to We like to Yeah, if s**t was at a eight we like to make it a ten Wonder sent this in, I'm going up all the way I don't like to talk when there's nothing else left to say Drizzy by the drop, the game is in disarray I'd tell you to hear me out but we both know end of the day Your sister is pressin' play Your trainer is pressin' play Your wifey, your wifey, your wifey, your wifey, your wifey I gotta breathe in real deep when I catch a attitude I got a whole 'nother level that I can tap into Max said they only bless when they attached to you The only deadbeats is whatever beats I been rappin' to And the product is still the best though It's only good in my city 'cause I said so Just the 50 estate man, I had to cop a feel like presto, voila, tada Never a matter of could I or should I Kiss my son on his forehead and kiss your ass goodbye As luck would have it I'm settled into my role as the good guy I guess luck is on your side I guess luck is on your side All sevens, no sixes Rest easy get some shut eye Hold on, hold on But I-- miss makin' 'em pay Had a path from Will Smith crib to the stage Three foreign shows, but I played Staples today The neighborhood is smoked, y'all stay safe in this place Drizzy about to drop, the game is in disarray I'd tell you to hear me out but we both know end of the day Your ****** is pressin' play Your nanny is pressin' play Your wifey, your wifey, your wifey, your wifey, your wifey Had to go and hit reset, now we here I been on top for three sets for three years I can't be around the ****** you minglin' with I can't fly if I can't sit on the wing of this s**t Try to pay it less mind They been keepin' tabs on me like I be payin' next time I think I sense a little fear from the other side White vans parked across the street, real subtle guys Yeah, never a matter of could I, should I Kiss my mom on the forehead, then kiss your ass goodbye As luck would have it I'm settled into my role as the good guy I guess luck is on your side I guess luck is on your side All sevens, no sixes Rest easy get some shut eye Hold on, hold on But I-- (haha) I can't argue with you No! You mad! Look at you! You mad! You big mad! (hahaha) I'm happy! Leave me alone! I just want some money A lot of money I don't get paid to argue with you No! Who is you? You ain't nobody You mad!