I knew how to stack my P's when s**t was slow

Common sense when my n***as 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 them n***as 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 s**t 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 b***hes sell their p***y for money then buy Gucci with it

I seen a few n***as cross the line

Way too many coon n***as lost their mind

I wasted years on the block tryna be a trap star

School days I just stared at the clock

It's f**ked 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 n***a Hydro

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

My n***a made a hundred K 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 f**k a bad b***h I need a normal chick

My n***a whack his family till he dying

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

I barely rap b***h I move keys

All these grown n***as 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 n***as acting like I owe them somethin'

F**k them n***as

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 f**ked celeb b***hes and never tell a soul

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

My n***a doin' life just called I gotta cheer him up

It's Nines

Zino Records hahahaha