These Keys

[Chorus: Nines] How can I give this all up? This is all I wanted to be This music money isn't enough I just can't get caught with these keys With these keys I just can't get caught with these keys With these keys, with these keys [Verse 1: Nines] Ask my nigga Nunu how we went through all them rubber bands 'Member when I copped the ice, Hublot with the rubber band Made 30K this week, I'm nothing like them other man I'm on a different level now but I don't think they understand Last year, it woulda stressed my pockets if I copped a Range Funny how in a couple months, how a lot could change Old niggas on the track, braggin' 'bout a watch and chain Next album, I'll probably rap about yachts and planes Pull up on the block, all them yungens circle 'round the Porsche Came a long way from the Gilera with the loud exhaust Shit was slow, mandem was movin' like some scavengers Never goin' broke again, I'm cool with all the traffickers Jazzy said "Chill and let them young bucks spray them tools" Think they're hatin' now, watch when I upgrade my jewels My little niggas, little niggas spend a monkey on some shoes Trappin' from a distance, can't see them junkies from these views Grew up 'round some of the best niggas to do it Now we're fuckin' with them Albo’s, they like the Mexicans of Europe They don't play me on the radio but I don't give a fuck I've buried P, went broke, then I had to dig it up [Chorus: Nines] How can I give this all up? This is all I wanted to be This music money isn't enough I just can't get caught with these keys With these keys I just can't get caught with these keys With these keys, with these keys [Verse 2: Berner] Empty boxes got me nauseous (It got me sick) Six burner phones in my faucet We buy phones and we wash 'em (Yeah, we toss 'em) Diggin' holes to find a million dollars rottin', ain't sweet I've been broke, same clothes for a week (For a week) Fresh off the plane, I see badges, fuck the D.E.A This P costs a couple more G's when it leave the States Started from the bottom, with a key of yay (A kilo) I'm ridin' 'round dirty in this Honda, I don't need the Wraith They grabbed Stack, we just laughed when he beat the case Cookies with the cheese, our London growers bring me strains Bring the jack back, I'm smokin' for the JA (Rest in peace) Black hoodie with the AK Shit, dirty money bring the devil out (The devil) Bag the lemonade Put my gloves on, then we send 'em out 80 for a 20 pack, yeah, I'm talkin' locally (Right here) Here in the city, I'm still gettin' four a P The rest of 'em gettin' two, they can't even sell 'em though (They can't) I could never sell 'em low, I'd rather be sellin' blow Talkin' on the telephone, now he's never coming home (It's a shame) The dope gang dirty, yeah They don't love you till you're gone, yeah [Chorus: Nines] How can I give this all up? This is all I wanted to be This music money isn't enough I just can't get caught with these keys With these keys I just can't get caught with these keys With these keys, with these keys