Skinny nigga with a fat belly Selling cheese straight off the BlackBerry In the night I be chilling with a fly bitch I was born broke but guarantee I die rich Ugh, It's that nigga with the crazy flow Wish my niggas in the pen could hear me on the radio These pagans want to hear that Nines got merked No time to write bars, the line's clockwork Armani'd off like it's my clothing line Me and my nigga my streets, we put in overtime Always bunning cheese, I don't know the sober me Off camera I was giving out O's for free They wanna see me quit One day I be legit Disappear out the hood on some genie shit Rappers want me to slow down but I just begun 5 bricks a day, I had a disgusting run [Bridge: Maestro La Forge, Nines & Choir] CR/CR (Yo shoutout to all the manden) CR/CR (Say nuttin)/Bangs! (Free all my bros still) CR/Bangs! (Church Road Safe) Free my niggas [Verse 2: Nines] I'm about to make history It's the G with more chains than Mr. T Come through looking brighter than a Christmas tree You came for trouble, I came for girls But I still won't hesitate to make it rain with shells You see the neck? I've got to keep a Tec Have a shot, make a nigga dive, Petr Cech You know how much nights I bleached in the bush? Feeling frass cos I mixed the cheese with the kush I'm blowing up like dynamite The flow be china white I'm rhyming tight I'm shining bright I got all kinds of Nikes My Air Forces' diamond white I just grind at night That's why I hardly get time to write I was only 13 when I sold a draw Now I got more green than Bulbasaur I'm about to cop a mansion far abroad Hate to see shit that I can't afford
I'm smoking on sum third degree waiting for dem ferns to call me am so high girls calling sounding bare horny while the jakes knocking on the door cos they know what I did last week dis life needs to change this life's getting peak
Money is the motivation, I want payments that can afford a vacation, u want jackets so u can fucking display them, chilling in a villa while ur locked up in the station, ain't gotta worry bout no probation, I wanna be making money fast like im fucking pacing, make a man in the sky proud shown em how I'm raising, not grindin everyday like some mother fucking paygon. cos imma work my way to the top not grindin, get a real job n shottin can be my side ting, don't even need that doe cos im still flying while ur struggling for doe cos ur dealer ain't replying. I'm on tings, higher than ur level, left the strip like I escaped my inner devil, but I still beef if u want trouble, making a bit of money and il soon be making double, Im Taking off like im a fucking shuttle Got done for shit I done a while ago, worryin myself over things I done time ago I regret the shit that iv done, its putting so much stress on my mum, I wanna change n be a better son, but I can't cos of things iv done, 3 times now iv sat in cell number 1, that aint somethimg to be proud of im only young. I ain't gassin, why would I lie? This shit hurts man makes me wanna fuckimg die, when I got caught I wanted to stab my fucking eyes cos I don't wanna be that guy, who's fucked up his life, I wanna have a job, kids n a wife, pay taxes not fucking grind, u wanna do that? Fine. But u wanna be gangsters don't holla my line
