Roll Call

[Hook: Dame D.O.L.L.A.]

That flatland, that store front, that nine where I throw it up

That flatland, that store front, that nine where I throw it up

Give dope fiends to hustlers, never see me blowing up

Now everywhere I step foot is game time, you know what's up

That flatland, that store front, that nine where I throw it up

That flatland, that store front, that nine where I throw it up

Give dope fiends to hustlers, never see me blowing up

Now everywhere I step foot is game time, you know what's up

[Verse 1: Dame D.O.L.L.A.]

I take pride in where I hail from

Many of these boys ain't on my level [?]

See where we from we see it all, victory and defeat

Very different from yall, they was kneeling down at your feet

I had to learn my lesson, be careful of my surroundings

Pull that gun up on me, my heart was pounding

Was nervous, I should have seen 'em lurking

I started praise and worship, a cold, cold city but it gave me sense of urging

I was riding rollers up the streets, you know we trying to cut the grass

Looking at the screen doe, wait for granddad to flash

Grannie know he ain't even workin', he ain't have to ask

Every time he came he knew we had a plate and had some cash

Mongrels got some [?], know I got that gyro

We was in that fire, dragon breath from Spyro

You can pump your passion, ain't no back in side show

Had a couple hood stars, Dame time, it's my call

[Hook: Dame D.O.L.L.A.]

That flatland, that store front, that nine where I throw it up

That flatland, that store front, that nine where I throw it up

Give dope fiends to hustlers, never see me blowing up

Now everywhere I step foot is game time, you know what's up

That flatland, that store front, that nine where I throw it up

That flatland, that store front, that nine where I throw it up

Give dope fiends to hustlers, never see me blowing up

Now everywhere I step foot is game time, you know what's up

[Verse 2: Brookfield Duece]

I ain't scared to lose, I'm scared to have the wrong people around when I win

Now let's begin, on the nine scale, I'm a ten

I'm iron, you're like some tin

Me without the hustle like dolphins without the fin

I see my homie off the crystal like, "Man where you been?"

He said he stepped on a bomb and ended up in [?]

Drugs or the guns most likely gon' be your end

A lot of cats saying make it, I pray I'm buying [?]

That flatland, that stove front, that tray gram going up

That free lunch ain't no food, no showing up

That red lip with good kids with big dreams of blowing up

The Johnsons, the Wilsons, V Staples, you know what's up

Who these cats claiming, they image they staining

These suckers they hanging with [?]

You from the hood but never heard of a dirty [?], you actin', we brought that action, disaster

[Hook: Dame D.O.L.L.A.]

That flatland, that store front, that nine where I throw it up

That flatland, that store front, that nine where I throw it up

Give dope fiends to hustlers, never see me blowing up

Now everywhere I step foot is game time, you know what's up

That flatland, that store front, that nine where I throw it up

That flatland, that store front, that nine where I throw it up

Give dope fiends to hustlers, never see me blowing up

Now everywhere I step foot is game time, you know what's up

[Outro: Brookfield Duece]

Everybody try to say they started at the bottom

If I don't vouch for you then that mean you ain't solid

I represent the Nine, the Nine

I represent the Nine, the Nine

Everybody try to say they started at the bottom

If I don't vouch for you then that mean you ain't solid

I represent the Nine, the Nine

I represent the Nine, the Nine