[Verse 1: Nines]
Sorry mom for all them times I got suspended in school
Gettin' footballer money, my teacher said I was a fool
Haters commenting on my 'Gram, that sh** don't faze me
4 pipes on the Porsche, yo my whip so crazy
Told Pebz "make sure you stay strapped"
I just left the label Christmas party to go and break down a pack
1a the hood, land all them shottas out of town
Went 'Dam for the plug, now we the opposite of down
Tryna leave a n***a's head by the pavement
Drivin' round in this dinger, gettin' impatient
Thinkin' that I shoulda spent more time with my nephew
It's f**ed, seen them fake n***as shine seen the best lose
Pissed cuh my little n***a lost a few guns
Me and Pebz out in bail rollin' with some new ones
I get money every time my phone rings
Wasn't always fly, we had to grow wings
I'm still in the field where it's f**ing real
I ain't got time to chill
I need a hundred mil
And way before the deal I paid my mother's bills
Tryna cop a house in the hills
That's how uncle Phil
Free my n***a Hydro, he just rang
When I sweep my floor
I'm finding b**hes' earrings in my dust pan
Told my Misses that she can't f**ing be my wife
Cuh I'm way too ambitious, you do nothin' with your life
Came a long way from 7 grams on the scale
Feels like yesterday I was banged up in jail
Now it's planes all the time, I be traveling the world
f** 'Dam, I'm goin' Spain they got amne' there for sale
But now I'm in the office, used to doin' business in the rain
Now it's house parties every week, Sydney and Sharane
Should I fall back off the trap
Put my whole into rap
n***as keep callin' for packs
And I can't walk away from stacks
Heard he put down his gun and his mask
Tryna live off his rep, who gives a f** what you done in the past
Got a deal, still tryna make it off the loud
Don't be standin' with them paigons, cuh I spray in the crowd
It's Nines...
[Skit: Nines]
These young bucks are f**ed B
Like they look up to the drug dealers and sh**
All the gang bangers, or footballers
All the footballers can't make it bruh
And they end up flyin' birds
All the Trapstars can't make you think every little n***a gonna be Nina wid da Nina
[Verse 2: Nines]
Ay yo f** the haters
Talkin' 'bout we're troublemakers
Everybody on me for a hundred favors
Me and Bund bunin' flavours
Ask the neighbours
I was out there, mornin' from the night
Used to say one day I'll be a baller, I was right
All these groupie b**hes around the country wanna holla
Yea I f**ed the fans, but don't judge me like your honour
Famous in the shooter
I just came from the j**eler
Immigration wanna dip my chain back to Cuba
Did alright last year, probably shoulda saved more
Lookin' through The Sun I see my ting on page 4
I'm gettin' bait, I gotta hide my face
Still got crackheads whistling outside the base
I just stay in my lane, I ain't worried 'bout them broke haters
Probably get about 20 Phillips watch with no papers
Send my yungens shop for a box of latex
He's been gettin' money since So Solid was rockin' Avirexes
It's Nines...
[Skit:Nines]
Some of the flyest Trapstars I ever seen in my life
Or most of them, are ridin' bird right now blud
Lucky I was flyin' birds
But I was sayin' "Oh lemme try this music ting as well"
Man was payin like...
Obviously I was payin' for all this sh** myself
I could honestly say, I don't know how much I faulked into music
Mad Ps probably, I don't know
Little n***as gotta f**in' invest their P blud
Or try invest into something other than trapping
I mean everyone can't be a rapper blud
n***as can do many other things
But just invest in suttin' else B
There you have it, your boy a revolutionist ya know