[Hook]
Label told me not to drop a tape, f** 'em
P.O. told me not to leave the state, f** 'em
f** 'em
f** 'em
[Verse 1]
Young n***a, you got a nine, you're doing fine
Your dawg down, front him an ounce, I can see you tryin'
I respect your grind
252, I respect the 9
And I know 9 n***as jellin', 3 of them tellin'
I got 9 n***as with me, 8 of them are felons
9 fresh off the slab
Tell 'em f** it, gon' front you the whole half
p**y cat n***as, they got 9 lives
So I'ma try to k** 'em 9 times
Shout out to n***as on the block and the b**hes in beauty shops
With rollers in their head, their n***as off in the fed
Collectin' every calls, send pictures and writin' letters
And makin' every visit, y'all the realest b**hes ever, 100, 100
[Interlude]
See n***as don't get it, my n***a, like, n***as talkin' 'bout they want a bad b**h, say a street n***a need a real b**h, you know what I'm sayin'? Ho you gon' go through somethin', n***a took you on 9 trips to 9 countries, ran through 9 hundred thou. And a n***a locked up for 9 days and a b**h gone. Damn
[Verse 2]
These b**hes temporary, my hustle necessary
One thing about me and a ho, I ain't never worried
99 problems, 1 issue them folks'll lynch you
You on the court and you ball and them feds'll come and bench you forreal
Indite you, 25 life you, forreal
My homie told me not to cross the plug, but f** him
We're down bad, I told him what it was, so f** it
f** 'em
f** 'em
My album drop, it may not sell a record, but f** it
k** a n***a, make them hoes respect it, f** it
f** it
f** it