[Hook: ?]
That flatland, that store front, that nine where I throw it up
That flatland, that store front, that nine where I throw it up
Give dope fiends to hustlers, never see me blowing up
Now everywhere I step foot is game time, you know what's up
That flatland, that store front, that nine where I throw it up
That flatland, that store front, that nine where I throw it up
Give dope fiends to hustlers, never see me blowing up
Now everywhere I step foot is game time, you know what's up
[Verse 1: Dame D.O.L.L.A.]
I take pride in where I hail from
Many of these boys ain't on my level [?]
See where we from we see it all, victory and defeat
Very different from yall, they was kneeling down at your feet
I had to learn my lesson, be careful of my surroundings
Pull that gun up on me, my heart was pounding
Was nervous, I should have seen 'em lurking
I started praise and worship, a cold, cold city but it gave me sense of urging
I was riding rollers up the streets, you know we trying to cut the gra**
Looking at the screen doe, wait for granddad to flash
Grannie know he ain't even workin', he ain't have to ask
Every time he came he knew we had a plate [?]
Mongrels got some [?], know I got that gyro
We was in that fire, dragon breath from Spyro
You can pump your pa**ion, ain't [?] at the side show
Had a couple rule stars, Dame time is my [?]
[Hook: ?]
That flatland, that store front, that nine where I throw it up
That flatland, that store front, that nine where I throw it up
Give dope fiends to hustlers, never see me blowing up
Now everywhere I step foot is game time, you know what's up
That flatland, that store front, that nine where I throw it up
That flatland, that store front, that nine where I throw it up
Give dope fiends to hustlers, never see me blowing up
Now everywhere I step foot is game time, you know what's up
[Verse 2: Brookfield Duece]
I ain't scared to lose, I'm scared to have the wrong people around when I win
Now let's begin, on the nine scale, I'm a ten
I'm iron, you're like some tin
Me without the hustle like dolphins without the fin
I see my homie off the crystal like, "Man where you been?"
He said he stepped on a bomb and ended up in [?]
Drugs or the guns most likely gon' be your end
A lot of cats saying make it, I pray I'm buying [?]
That flatland, that stove front, that tray gram going up
That free lunch ain't no food, no showing up
That red lip with good kids with big dreams of blowing up
The Johnsons, the Wilsons, V Staples, you know what's up
Who these cats claiming, they image they staining
These s**ers they hanging with [?]
You from the hood but never heard of a dirty [?], you actin', we brought that action, disaster
[Hook: ?]
That flatland, that store front, that nine where I throw it up
That flatland, that store front, that nine where I throw it up
Give dope fiends to hustlers, never see me blowing up
Now everywhere I step foot is game time, you know what's up
That flatland, that store front, that nine where I throw it up
That flatland, that store front, that nine where I throw it up
Give dope fiends to hustlers, never see me blowing up
Now everywhere I step foot is game time, you know what's up
[Outro: Brookfield Duece]
Everybody try to say they started at the bottom
If I don't vouch for you then that mean you ain't solid
I represent the Nine, the Nine
I represent the Nine, the Nine
Everybody try to say they started at the bottom
If I don't vouch for you then that mean you ain't solid
I represent the Nine, the Nine
I represent the Nine, the Nine