Outro

I knew how to stack my P's when shit was slow

Common sense, when my niggas popped bottles, fam, I didn't go

ID's in the bush on a lonely strip

All I ever wanted was a phone that ripped

Told-told-told them nigga on the block, "I'm gonna blow"

Started rapping, how else would I wash up all this dough? Uh

Hope the price on the brick's coming down

Still paid extortion, if you don't swim then you'll drown, uh

Still caught up in this dumb war

You know how much times I slapped up fiends for knockin' my Mum's door?

My friend robbed my friend, now I gotta get his shit back

Chasin' all these young bucks 'cause they already split that

I was on the wing, moppin' the floor

Now I bring my whole block on my tour

No need to sell tops anymore

Used to put half a brick in the pot

Take a key out like I'm locking the door, uh

They couldn't prove it but they knew we did it

I see bitches sell their pussy for money then buy Gucci with it

I seen a few niggas cross the line

Way too many coon niggas lost their mind

I wasted years on the block tryna be a trap star

School days, I just stared at the clock

It's fucked up how I'm still risking my freedom

Trap phone ringin' in these million pound meetings, let's go

Man's really some crabs in a bucket out here, man

You seen my movie, that's the watered down version

Like, it's way worse

Come on

Free the team, free my nigga Hydro

Free Cash, RIP Zino, R.I.P Stylie, let's go

My nigga made 100K then he left the trap

I made mills and you can still come and get a pack

I'm in my own lane so I don't care where they're on the streets

Or here before me and they'll be there when I'm gone, uh

I had a .38 before I bought a whip

Like fuck a bad bitch, I need a normal chick

My nigga whack his family 'til he dying

We don't follow rules, me and soft smoke Cali's in Dubai

I barely rap, bitch, I move keys

All these grown niggas acting like some groupies

They was in college, I gave food out to the smokers

I remember after parties, having shootouts with my lobsters

When I was down, the same guys, I couldn't phone for nothin'

Be the same niggas acting like I owe them somethin' (fuck them niggas)

I put in work on the strip, this ain't luck

Now I pull up, got them haters car sick like "Yuck"

Hating the way I'm gettin' bread

Like I won't go in my safe, put some papers on your head

I'm a rap star but I'm on surveillance by the feds

And I only started trappin' just to save up for a ped (imagine that)

You can tell I'm gettin' old cah I fucked celeb bitches and never tell a soul

Uh, 'member when I lost that TP and I was nearly bruck

My nigga doin' life just called, I gotta cheer him up

It's Nines

Zino Records