[Verse: Nines]
It’s lookin like I might blow, but the streets need me
Lick certain man down and I can sleep easy
‘Member back in pen, was like livin in hell
Skyping niggas in jail (how you do that?)
I held a mirror out a cell
Still out ‘ere, wholesellin’
But my pen’s gonna take me out this trap like 007
It’s funny how times goes quick
My guy was on the wing for so long
When he came out he was homesick
All these niggas do is showboat and they don’t own shit
Thought I made it the first time I copped a whole brick
He says he’s movin Os of the white
So hows his creps look lean like codeine and Sprite?
Them pies come over water
So if labour wins the next election
I just pray they don’t tighten up the borders
Shit was slow, they try style on a nigga
Now they claim they don’t remember
They’re in denial like the river
Oh well, if my CD only were in the charts
Cuh when I re-up they ain’t seen this much white since the EDL march
Just got a whole shot
Got the stash in the whip
Press a button see a bird pop out like an old clock
She never wanna know me when I had a dead line
If she don’t fuck me tonight there won’t be a next time
Me and Keyz made a killin off the trap phones
These old niggas actin young
Little niggas act grown
I started this rap ting on my Jack Jones
So fuck the industry
They can’t kick me out the game like Smash Bros
My guy said where’s the ting, there’s paigons in the zone
Told him link me at the bando don’t say that on the phone
I told my connect I ain’t an amateur
Drop me keys big man I always pay my debt like a Lannister
Why am I still in the hood?
I’m trapped in this baby
Movin packs on the daily til my stacks lookin crazy
It’s Nines…