Haze

[Intro: Nines] Shout outs to all my crop circles niggas, innit Hit me up, you know how it is, we trade flavors and shit [Hook: Nines] I got rich off the corner selling haze I got rich off the corner selling haze Used to be broke but that was just a phase Used to be broke but that was just a phase I got rich off the corner selling haze I got rich off the corner selling haze Used to be broke but that was just a phase Used to be broke but that was just a phase [Verse 1: Nines] Them niggas ain't getting money that's why they reminiscing Me and Pebs on the M Way doin hella missions I know I charted fam I should be on the television Jazzy told me stop trappin' but I never listen I ain't hard to find I'm always on the block No iPhones when we walk into my spot 20 something lights, can't afford for this to flop Wish don't compare the market they'd insurance on the crop If you see my crop house you'd be amazed Walkin' through my crops like walkin' through a maze And I just booked some flights for the whole team Wakin up to head I feel like Moe Greene So I ain't shottin' white or brown The Ice City got Gelato by the pound I'm used to re-upping in Amsterdam Now these packs come from San Fran [Hook: Nines] I got rich off the corner selling haze I got rich off the corner selling haze Used to be broke but that was just a phase Used to be broke but that was just a phase I got rich off the corner selling haze I got rich off the corner selling haze Used to be broke but that was just a phase Used to be broke but that was just a phase [Verse 2: Fundz] My pinkie ring weighs three ounce of gold Flawless diamonds in my mouth I'm cookin down to foke Imma arrogant prick nigga now you know I shoot you in your face then I walk around and smoke She said she can't feel her face sniffin down my coke She said she wants a couple gram to move down her nose Real plastic bitch, fake titties, round and cold When I'm drivin in my whip she got me down her throat Nobody tells me nuttin cuz I'm that official nor I'm selling crack cocaine and I'm slappin missiles When I pull up in the Benz niggas know its me Crime scene in my hands cuz everybody knows we G's RIP the dash brands yeah they know its beef Better plan the funerals, prayer beads and rosaries Lock me up but they know they couldn't hold the G Bust up, soon as I touchdown I own these streets [Hook: Nines] I got rich off the corner selling haze I got rich off the corner selling haze Used to be broke but that was just a phase Used to be broke but that was just a phase I got rich off the corner selling haze I got rich off the corner selling haze Used to be broke but that was just a phase Used to be broke but that was just a phase