Nines - Stacey Adams lyrics

[Intro] ?????, came to get you You locked yourself away Steady on the guilty charge will send to test you I swear I cried all day But ????? [Verse 1: Nines] Me and T getting long dough Drove all the way to Amsterdam, just to have a three minute convo Why do nice guys always finish last, went on holiday we were the only ratchet n******gs in business cla** First it was AJ, now Moncler every day, Armani I'm sorry I keep blowing up Still ride out team, hand on my heart, see them shook n******gs freeze up, i ran because im smart Fans chatting like they know about the drama, but after we shoot n******gs up i can't post it up after Hows he sitting on that grub with all them nitties on the road Fiends outside my trap look like call of duty zombie mode Might aswell get a job old geeza, cus hes been dealing with a Q since Moesha How's his re up looking like a f**ing malteaser Can't find a n***a in the city with them hoes cheaper its nines [Skit] Bruh i come out my yard b i see some random n******gs painting them f**ing lamp posts b There's like 20 other lamp posts that ain't painted, you really think those guys come to paint those lamp post, you'd think these guys are feds my g There'd be dodgy postmen, all sorts of funny BT vans driving around b The hood pepper, its mad [Verse 2: Nines] Me and super flying down to west b**hes say im looking fly i ain't even dressed Them paigons can't walk the streets without a vest, looking over their shoulder like a n******gs tryna cheat on a test Acting like he's shotting all that coke, looking invisible like he's got on harry potters cloak I been thinking about buying me a parcel, and if its TT then n***a why i need a sample The rap game need me, i dont need rap Food so peng i told the B cat i dont need no feedback My n******gs really gang bang, AK leave a n******gs whip in the air like chitty chitty bang bang If i rob my plug that would change my life, but im loyal to the soil mumzy raised me right Do i look like i care if the industry dont f** with me, im just washing up this money like its cutlery its nines