Nines - Fire In The Booth (Part 2) lyrics

(You know what time it is when you hear this right) Shoutouts to the gang (Turn up) Let's go, uh [Verse 1] If I don't rap about birds then the fans won't love me anymore Say you're rich but if all you got is money, then you're poor I treat the beat like a therapist Kids waking up to bombs in the Middle East So tell me who's the real terrorist Why ain't he content with just one chick All this gun crime's got these young brothers dying over dumb sh** Just a lost soul with big dreams Quamari got murdered last month, he was only 15 Busy chasing money so I don't get sleep Hungry but I don't wanna eat that processed meat I love music but I gotta make P At a fork in the road, should be like Pablo or Jay Z My school friend said he never thought I'd make it But I ain't coming home if the wrong door gets raided Uh, and if I don't make it at least I died trying Throw my Rollie in the air, the way time's flying Chicks will always be there if your dough is long All this vanity distracting me from what's really going on They don't have a clue what's happening on the street Screaming "F Donald Trump", like it matters who's in the seat Remember when Lauren Hill used to sing to me Had me feeling like black was the thing to be Now look at what they promote in the industry Just take a look at the industry It's Nines [Verse 2] I'm still trapping with a deal I could blow or catch a case, try imagine how I feel I went to Fashion Week with the crew But where I'm from, a catwalk means a fiend walking through Most these n***as that you see me with, have been around for time Them n***as' flow had more circles than a Audi sign Fly guys, we don't do casual I'm in the crop house, round trees like Fruit Pastilles Trust me, our food's the best Got mumsy a new address Comfy and you are stressed Hungary like Budapest I went around the neck like a chain I know the real Birdman, put some respek on my name When I get a bringing, used to reload on a Q Turn a O into 2 The block knows like the flu They could tell you how I was restricted to doing bets Cuh I went broke addicted to roulette Told Jazz I can't spend like the blue papers in the Rizzler Went down to my last ten Uh, switch hoes on the regs, I'm no liar I get more head than blow-dryers In the summertime I had a front-line looking freezing Ask my pen, that looking like my diamonds are bleeding Amne' go for 6, take couple for 5.8 That fed try stitch me in, that hustle won't fly straight Don't hear this on the radio, they play me on the street Tough online but one day we're gonna meet Took about 6 months to save up for a Jeep When the TP came through, I made that in a week I just aim and bust, had his whole block running Even made his angel dust, I'm ahead of them fools And next time I make that old n***a famous he'll be dead on the news It's Nines