Nines - These Keys lyrics

[Intro: Nines] How can I give this all up This is all I wanted to be This music money isn't enough I just can't get caught with these keys These keys I just can't get caught with these keys These keys, these keys [Verse 1: Nines] Ask my n***a Nunu how we went through all them rubber bands Remember when I cut the Ice hublot with the rubber band Made 30K this week I'm nothing like them other man I'm on a different level now but I don't think they understand Last year I would have stressed my pockets if I copped a Range Funny how in a couple months, how luck could change Old n***as on the track, bragging 'bout watch and chain Next album I'll probably rap about jets and planes Pull up on the block, all them yungens circle 'round the Porsche Came a long way from the Gilera with the loud exhaust sh** was slow, mandem was moving like some scavengers Never going broke again I'm cool with all the traffickers Jazzy said chill and let them young bucks spray them tools Think they hating now, it's when I upgrade my j**els My lil' n***as know a n***a spend a monkey on some shoes Trappin' from a distance cause see them junkies from these views Grew up 'round some of the best n***as to do it Now we f**ing with them Albo's and like the Mexicans in Europe They don't play me on the radio but I don't give a f** I've buried P, went broke, then I had to dig it out [Hook: Nines] How can I give this all up This is all I wanted to be This music money isn't enough I just can't get caught with these keys These keys I just can't get caught with these keys These keys, these keys [Verse 2: Berner] Empty boxes got me nauseous Six burning phones in my faucet We buy phones and we wash 'em Digging holes to find a million dollars [?], ain't sweet I've been broke, same clothes for a week Fresh off the plane I see badges f** the D.E.A This piece costs a couple more G's, [?] the states Started from the bottom, [?] I'm ridin' round dirty in this Honda, I don't need the Wraith They grabbed Stack, we just laughed when he beat the case Cookies with the cheese, [?] bring me strains Bring [?] back, I'm smoking for the [?] Black hoodie with the AK Dirty money bring the devil out, bag the lemonade Put my gloves on, then we send 'em out [?] for a 20 pack, yeah I'm talking locally Here in the city, I'm still getting [?] The rest of them getting 2, they can't even sell 'em though I could never sell 'em low, I'd rather be selling blow Talking on the telephone, now he's never coming home The dope gang dirty yeah, they don't love you until you're gone [Outro: Nines] How can I give this all up This is all I wanted to be This music money isn't enough I just can't get caught with these keys These keys I just can't get caught with these keys These keys, these keys