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nic - nines lyrics

[intro]
(zino records, hahahaha)

[chorus: tiggs da author, nines]
you see the stars in the wraith
will make your gyally misbehave
it’s the way we like it, yeah
i was in the trenches with my dargs (dargs)
now i’m with them n*ggas in charge, ahh
now i’m with them n*ggas in charge, ahh (uh)

[verse 1: nines]
life of a thug, i was on my way to school, found a nine ball of bud
i was only like ten years old, god knows what i was thinking
i stashed it and didn’t tell a soul, uh
after school, i’m hangin’ out on the street
them times, pocket money, two pounds for some sweets (i ain’t care about money then)
i live right next to p’s block
and everyone knows that was the local weed spot
customers outside, f*ck it, i’ll approach them
“i got what you need, fam”
he said, “you must be joking, you’re a kid”
then i sold him an eight for a ten
that day, i hit most the sales that came to the ends (swear down)
zino’s little brother so the block already knows me
walkin’ with my mum, got shots tryna approach me (wrong person, bait man)
finished the pack, made my first rack
told all the customers “it’s a one off, i don’t trap”

[verse 2: nines]
thirteen, i got kicked out of school (out here)
my mum’s at work, i’m on the strip with the fools (gang, gang)
so i copped seven grams, turn it to an oz
it wasn’t that hard ’cause the [?] already know (they remember me)
now i’m ’bout to get my p up
but zino and jazz found out and they robbed my re*up
they said i was too young to shot
but zino went jail, the olders used to bad me up but i was on the block
now i’m fourteen, i got all these p’s around me
tryna cop bricks, olders had [?]
then mum got me in a new school (uh)
but my phone’s blowing, i don’t wanna be here, i’m too cool (man’s a big man)
three months later, got kicked out for trapping
mum’s gonna f*ck me up, how could i let this happen?
but f*ck it, i’m trapping
i was in my school uniform when i copped my first bustdown in hatton

[verse 3: nines]
twenty one, i ran the strip like a company (i did)
i had over a hundred employees under me (it’s documented)
had my n*gga lunez movin’ pious (uh)
he ain’t touched nothin’, he just had to supervise (yeah, yeah)
white boy was like the floor manager
ten bricks a day, all underneath the camera (if i’m lying, i’m dying)
n*ggas can’t f*ck with the money team
i send my n*gga buns and pebs, that’s the muscle team
even though i ran the hood, we got bare olders (yeah)
but me and jazz was the only shareholders
now they talk about me like “he’s a g'”
my life’s coming like the wire: season three
amount of smokers got their first dies’ from me
now it’s trap stars got their first keys from me, uh
now i supply half the country with these packs
i ain’t a rapper, i’m a drug dealer that raps (dealer that raps)

[outro: tiggs da author]
ayy, now i’m with them n*ggas in charge, ahh

- nines lyrics

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