Royce Da 5'9" - Nickle 9ne Alooya lyrics

Never write about me like that Never make me stick to one, it’ll just make me angry Never ever make me no underdog And never talk about who’s gonna stop me! Ain’t nobody gonna stop me! Ain’t a heavyweight in the world fast enough to stop me Yeah, I survived a lot of savage sh** I’ve been vibing like it’s Attica Bulletproof gla** is on my ride, ride around here like it’s the Vatican I’m an addict, I personify arrogance I believe you can speak some sh** into existence, deleted my 9 to 5 narrative Now I got a b**h so fine half the time I f** her, rest of the time I just stare at her Letting the non-believers know I don’t need to go diamond Ryan, it’s forever bruh I’m a level up from buying stilettos to impress em Got em blindfolded, tying em up in leather like I’m Edward Scissorhands in some boxing gloves Hitting it just as if the chick with the S&M S&M, I ain’t never stressin em y'all are the nervous wrecks With ya ho f**ing me, both hands stroking the pole looking like she tryna roll up a sleeve, I call it the turtleneck Next, I blow out her back while she sitting vertical on top of dick in a convertible Call the sh** murder the vertebrae then drop her off at the crib with vertigo I done seen it all, been through it all so you know I know what is what The smallest part of beef is gon always be all the things you utter bruh My sense is keen and I got that ivory weighing on the triple beam while I dish a queen The b**h got the Arsenio Hall from “The Living Color” bu*t I got your baby mama hyperactive, piping her while she asking the lord in Michael Blackson accent “Lord, what in the mother f**?” My mind is so much more enlightening, who be tryna throw shade? I’m over here just destroying y'all sun And this is what you call in y’all bag, then I’m in a Goyard trunk Baby I’m getting cash money, getting the last laugh, the last word too I’ma need my headstone to say “y'all finished or y'all done?” Bar Exam 4 y'all, the there is no competition edition No features, nobody scratching on it, this the I just been itchin’ edition Ballin’ like I’m in the A-Town with Terio in the bleachers Y'all are karaoking with Dirty Harry, tearing your stereo into pieces Y'all need to take a soul searching cla** The Slaughterhouse album I’d like to drop it, the New Edition biopic came out and now Joe wanna be Bobby so f**ing bad I’m just joking with my good friend, I’m just so in my happy place I just know from my head to my toe I’m the greatest, y'all can keep ya ho and ya accolades Dr. Dre taught me to not oversaturate before he offered me a deal Right before I got another offer for a dollar amount you know that I had to take And now that all of that sh** is clearly behind us, y'all really expect me to regret being 19 and going and getting a million dollars? n***a f** you, that’s a million dollars, still a million dollars n***a that’s 20 million nickels, that equals 20 b**hes and an island Now you’re talking unlimited dimes, and a hundred million pennies Now do I wanna pitch it down? Hell yeah n***a that’s a million dollars Now can you get the f** over it? Please, consider respecting me, I’m willing to f**ing pistol bust over it As a kid I used to just be looking pitiful A lot of my courses were difficult, so of course the teacher would tell me I ain’t bout to be too much more than just a custodian And that gave me a complex I’m still stricken with I call the sh** the Napoleon When I walk in the kitchen now I want the ho to kiss the toe and lick the linoleum All my old b**hes before you slit your wrists if you can’t stomach it get some Imodium Ga**in’ b**hes and spittin’ petroleum The only actual difference between me and the Holy Spirit is the Trinity and the podium Nickel Hallelujah Nickel-9ne-Alooya Nickel-9ne-Alooya Hallelujah n***a Hallelujah Nickel-9ne-Alooya