Outro

I knew how to stack my P's when shit was slow Common sense, when my niggas 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-told-told them nigga 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 shit 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 bitches sell their pussy for money then buy Gucci with it I seen a few niggas cross the line Way too many coon niggas lost their mind I wasted years on the block tryna be a trap star School days, I just stared at the clock It's fucked 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 nigga Hydro Free Cash, RIP Zino, R.I.P Stylie, let's go My nigga made 100K 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 fuck a bad bitch, I need a normal chick My nigga whack his family 'til he dying We don't follow rules, me and soft smoke Cali's in Dubai I barely rap, bitch, I move keys All these grown niggas 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 niggas acting like I owe them somethin' (fuck them niggas) 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 fucked celeb bitches and never tell a soul Uh, 'member when I lost that TP and I was nearly bruck My nigga doin' life just called, I gotta cheer him up It's Nines Zino Records