Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nines
Nines
Vocals
Courtney Freckleton
Courtney Freckleton
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Courtney Freckleton
Courtney Freckleton
Songwriter
Navayii K Michael
Navayii K Michael
Composer
Paloma Stoecker
Paloma Stoecker
Songwriter
Paul Karl Ali Andre Oseh
Paul Karl Ali Andre Oseh
Composer
Reginald Perry
Reginald Perry
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Navayii K Michael
Navayii K Michael
Producer
Paul Karl Ali Andre Oseh
Paul Karl Ali Andre Oseh
Producer
Dave Turner
Dave Turner
Engineer
Jevon Ellis
Jevon Ellis
Engineer
Marrik Shearer
Marrik Shearer
Mixing Engineer
Maestro
Maestro
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
21, 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
[Verse 2]
Me and T get along though
Drove all the way to Amsterdam
Just to have a three minute convo
Why do nice guys always finish last?
Went on holiday, we was the only ratchet **** in business class
First it was AJ, now Monte Clair every day
Armani, I'm sorry, I keep blowing up
Still ride out, team, hand on my heart
See them shook **** freeze up
I ran 'cause I'm smart
Fans chatting like they know about the drama
But after we shoot **** up
I can't post up after
How's he sitting on that grub
With all them ladiesĀ on the road?
Fiends outside my trap look like
Call of Duty zombie mode
Uh, might as well get a job, old geezer
'Cause he's been dealing with a Q since Moesha
How's he re-up looking like a fucking more teaser?
Can't find a **** in the city with them Os cheaper
It's Nines
[Verse 3]
Oh, I come out my yard, B
I see some random ****
Painting them fucking lamp posts
There's like twenty other lamp posts they ain't painted
You really think those guys
Come to pain the lamp posts?
You think those are fucking feds, man
They'd be fucking dodgy postmen
All sorts of funny BT vans driving around, B
The hood pepper
It's mad
[Verse 4]
Me and Super flying down to west
Bitches say I'm looking fly, I ain't even dressed
Them Pagans can't walk the streets without a vest
Looking over their shoulder like a ****'s tryna cheat on a test
Acting like he's shooting all that coke
Looking invisible in the club like he's got on Harry Potter's cloak
I've been thinking 'bout buying me a parcel
And if it's TT, then ****, why I need a sample?
The rap game need me, I don't need rap
Food so pang, I told the B cat
I don't need no feedback
My **** really gang bang
AK leave a ****'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
Written by: Courtney Freckleton, Navayii K Michael, Paloma Stoecker, Paul Karl Ali Andre Oseh, Reginald Perry
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