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[Verse 1]
Skinny **** with a fat belly
I'm selling cheese straight off the BlackBerry
In the night I be chillin' with a fly bitch
I was born broke, but guaranteed I die rich
Uh, it's that **** with the crazy flow
Wish my **** in the pen could hear me on the radio
These paigons wanna hear that Nines got murked
No time to write bars, the line's clockwork
Armani'd up like it's my clothing line
Me and my **** Maestrizzy put in overtime
Always bunning cheese, I don't know the sober me
Off camera I was giving out Os for free
They wanna see me quit, one day I be legit
Disappear out the hood on some genie shit
Rappers want me to slow down, but I just begun
Five bricks a day, I had a disgusting run
[Verse 2]
CR (CR)
Yo, shoutouts to all the mandem
CR (CR)
Free all my goons
Church Road Saviour (Free my ****)
[Verse 3]
I'm about to make history
It's the G with more chains than Mr. T
Come though looking brighter than a Christmas tree
You came for trouble, I came for girls
But I still won't hesitate to make it rain with shells
You see the neck? I've gotta keep a TEC
Have a shot, make a **** dive, Petr Čech
You know how much nights I bleached in the bush?
Feeling frass cah I mixed the cheese with the kush
I'm blowing up like dynamite
The flow be china white
I'm rhyming tight, I'm shining bright
My bracelet a blinding sight
Know I got all kinds of Nikes
My Air Forces diamond white
I just grind at night
That's why I hardly get time to write
I was only 13 when I sold a draw
Now I got more green than Bulbasaur
I'm 'bout to cop a mansion far abroad
Hate to see shit that I can't afford
[Verse 4]
CR (Yes, you know)
I got Maestrizzy on the buttons
CR (Yes, you know)
[Verse 5]
Cheeks my grease when I see police
Stones looking like shattered glass in the Jesus piece
2010 I had a hella run
Sold my first hundred Gs before I turned twenty one
Shit was slow when I first started to flip dro
Now the wrist glow like a ceiling in a disco
Louis Vuittons on my feet
Them **** OT got my song on repeat
Feds got me on a double bell
I lost a couple bricks, that's another L
My new boo's looking like a cover girl
If I ain't got the strally then the shank's on base
My bud's green with orange hair like Blanca's face
Uh, while these **** roll around in their fake jewels
I just spent twelve hundred on some suede shoes
I can't see the time the way my Rollie glow
I expect paybacks, but I don't mean guys that owe me dough
Nines
[Verse 6]
CR (CR)
Yeah, don't compare me to all these rappers, B
CR (Never that, fam)
On some BMF shit (I feel you)
Zino Records (You dun know)
Crime Scene
Ice City...
CR, CR
Written by: Courtney Leon Freckleton
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