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Nines
Featuring(s) : Skrapz
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[Intro] (Zino Records) [Verse 1: Skrapz] Boom I made a fortune selling portions I'm moving like Gordon in the kitchen Me and bro be like Jordan and Pippin I've been missing for a minute, now I'm getting back to business I put my family first and my money over bitches Shout my brother Inches 'cause he was there with man in the trenches When all them other niggas was against us Remember me and Nina with the Nina with the nina and the spinner Free my nigga *****, won't find a nigga realer (Free him up) I was caught up in the trap until I saw the bigger picture (Boom) Now I'm getting richer, I might cop the Richard I'll always be a gangster, it was written in the scripture I was bad in school, but I was always good at literature I'm notorious, first name's Christopher Rise up the MAC and make things get wickeder Strapped up regular If niggas come for me, man will hit up everything, I'll probably even shoot the messenger Applying pressure on the game 'Cause the streets being calling out my name So I'm back like, "Here we go again" And I don't care who, what, and when That was then, this is now That was them, this is us (CSB) Get you rushed off to hospital Grab my duffle bag, book a flight somewhere tropical My life's an assault course, I ran through the obstacles When they gonna realise I'm unstoppable? Boom [Interlude: Skrapz] Come on, my bro You know we been running through these obstacles Coming like we're running a marathon We're tryna have the maddest run, but we ain't running from Babylon Nah, nah, this operation put the mandem on It's like my vision got clearer after me and Sandra had a son And now that bro's home after seven birthdays It's back to doing what we was tryna do in the first place Let's get this money [Verse 2: Nines] For all them critics that like to chat shit For a decade, I dropped classic after classic I used to shop for cocaine I don't need to sell tops now, I got my own strain Told them niggas on the block, I'm 'bout to lock the whole game But they're still hating like they ain't rocked my old chains Now I pull up on the block, I see niggas cry tears Telling me 'bout their problems, pitching ideas Break these niggas off, they go and literally buy beers It's fucked up they gave my niggas fifty-five years It's still hurts that my nigga Stylie died Pappy got guilty, I ain't shed a tear, but inside I cried We ain't like the rest of these niggas Where I'm from, we really rest in peace niggas Still remember when them hoes made fun of me And now I'm Boston George when it comes to weed If it ain't Zushi, then I order Runtz Bitches always fall in love, I can't fuck them more than once I fucked up a lot crops, had to get it right Now I get like six zeds off of every light All over the opps' TVs, they must hate it Niggas on the block blame me 'cause they ain't make it I was the man way before the 'Gram My greatest highlights wasn't caught on cam It's Nines [Outro: Skrapz] R.I.P. Likkle Stretch, we some certified Northwest G's We pray the Lord bless these Northwest streets And we pray for forgiveness For everything that's bad for the spirit, but it's great for the business Pray you save the next generation from crisis Yeah, we pray, but and also we make compromises Me? I just pray the streets don't take the next Lumumba Or the next Nkrumah Just cool, you know?
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