Zino Records
They ain't fucking with Nines. That's a myth
Let me light up my spliff
Wanted to be like Scarface minus the sniff
Used to shot draws
Look: now, I moves into the top floor
Fuck boxers and socks. I've got a watch drawer
I got my white and my dirty off the boat
You did nothing in your twenties
Now, you're thirty and you're broke
Don't feature on my track, if you're capping on it
Where I'm from, niggas will say they like your whip, then put a tracker on it
That's why I got this extra clip with the extension
You got my side chick 'cause I ain't give her no attention
Them opps wished they could roll with our crew
Pull my gun out. I have them running like I'm holding R2
Stay safe, my brudda. It's weird times
Niggas in year 9 losing their hairline
He aired his strip out but they saw his face
He ain't believe in God until he caught a case
Just another day, another hater
Argue with my chick, then we fuck an hour later
I'm in the studio. It's here on my lap
Them niggas got 30 man sharing a strap
I caught another case. Can I ever get a break?
By the way he treats his family, I could tell he was a snake
That little nigga thinks he's on dirt
Until I sent him to a Pop Smoke concert
All these crops I invest in
It hurt, when I found out these rappers wasn't real like wrestling
Too much capping in their raps
I should bring them backstage, slap them with my strap
I used to whip yay listening to slow jams
Me and keys and cat ladies. I could've built a snowman
I got the stick in my jeans
Opps don't wanna be in front of this magazine
It's Nines
They say if you change the way you look at things, things look at change
I climb this mountain not so that the world can see me, but so that I could see the world
Look
Ain't no second chance at first impressions
He got shot outside the school. I think he learnt his lesson
I tilt my hat at all the little kids that turned to steppers
'Cause you ain't ever risked 30 years in 30 seconds
Purchase weapons
Blud I put double "M" in "Birmingham"
Been tryna fly straight, but—trust me—it's been turbulent
Trench foot for real. I got medals as a serviceman
Getting money. Now, all this family started surfacing
I feel like a shark in the fish tank
If there's a heaven for the "G"s, then I need wristbands
Beef me and live where, which man?
I wet him so much times, I had to switch hands
She lives in Switzerland, but she speaks Portuguese
I gave him 20 quid, said, "I need 4 of these."
Every day I live a nightmare before I sleep
The more they try to stop the vision, bro, the more I cease
Bells like the brand, bro, bro. They piece under armour
Need a new strain. I gave them to the ganja farmer
Close shaven. I know you know that I'm the barber
I met The Plug and we sold more "toys" than Ali Baba
Ask Muni and he'll tell you that that's all facts
I curl my fingers into "G"s. I got a small batch
You know who made it ring. You didn't call back
I wet him 'til he dropped, then watched him fall back
It's 2 AM. I'm playing R&B
I love the trenches. They'll forever be a part of me
Why should I bring you to my table? You ain't starved with me
You weren't there after school in Yellow Park with me
That's partially why I let pussy cats know I keep dogs with me
That's why I had to cut them out and show them carpentry
I dream while I'm awake. I guess I'm half-asleep
I dream while I'm awake. I guess I'm half-asleep
