Stacey Adams

Twenty-one, I stumbled 'fore they came to get you

You locked yourself away

Steady on, the guilty trials they'll send to test you

I swear I cried that day

But I'll wait

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 niggas in business class

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 niggas freeze up, I ran because I'm smart

Fans chatting like they know about the drama

But after we shoot niggas up I can't post it up after

How's he sitting on that grub with all them nitties on the road

Fiends outside my trap look like Call of Duty Zombie mode

Uh, might aswell get a job, old geeza

'Cause he's been dealing with a Q since Moesha

How's his re-up looking like a fucking Malteser

Can't find a nigga in the city with them O's cheaper

It's Nines

Bruh I come out my yard B

I see some random niggas painting them fucking lamp posts B

There's like 20 other lamp posts they ain't painted

You really think those guys come to paint the lamp post, you think?

Those are fuckin' feds my G

They be fucking dodgy postmen

All sorts of funny BT vans driving around B

The hood pepper, it's mad

Me and super flying down to west

Bitches say I'm looking fly I ain't even dressed

Them paigons can't walk the streets without a vest

Looking over their shoulder like a nigga's tryna cheat on a test

Uh, acting like he's shotting all that coke

Looking invisible in the club like he's got on Harry Potter's cloak

Uh, I been thinking about buying me a parcel

And if it's TT, then nigga why I need a sample

The rap game need me, I don't need rap

Food so peng I told the B cat, "I don't need no feedback"

My niggas really gang bang

AK leave a nigga's whip in the air like Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

If I rob my plug that would change my life

But I'm loyal to the soil mumsy raised me right

Do I look like I care if the industry don't fuck with me

I'm just washing up this money like it's cutlery

It's Nines