Lyrics Nines – Stacey Adams

Delilah:
Twenty-one
I stumbled ‘fore they came to get you
You locked yourself away

Nines:
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
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 that ain’t painted
You really think those guys come to paint those lamp post, You’d think these guys are feds my G
There’d be fucking dodgy postmen

Me and supa 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 niggas tryna cheat on a test
Acting like he’s shotting all that coke
Looking invisible like he’s got on Harry Potter’s cloak
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