9 Out of 10

[Intro]

I got you Buda

Grandz

Uh

[Verse]

I gotta take control 'cause lately my patience low

Go get that money and bring it right back, shit, I'm 'bout to break this hoe

The Bentley is new, it came after the seven, that shit like a 8 year old

All of the time that I spent in the kitchen learned to embraced the stove

They own the book, but I cannot read it, you gotta go learn it yourself

Study them chapters, become a master

Be morе concerned with your health

I had to pay whеn the chills came

Lately it's for 'em, no real names

Avoidin' the trouble, on FaceTime with the devil, I hang up and feel strange

Know it's rules to being gangsta

Them God body niggas seen a lot

I was tryna duck the prison yard

A a little stupid shit I needed block

Spinnin' dough like a pizza shop

They eyes can see we Egyptian kings

Aggravated I get disrespectful

We tryna win shit we need a ring

10 toes in my section, called the promoters and test him

This shit is internal, my aura so heavy I gotta thank God for the blessings

I gotta thank Buda and Grandz

I gotta thank Mama and Shooter

I think about Mugga and Freaky

I think about Hardy and Ruger

Watch what you're telling your homies cause you could be talking to Judas

Point niggas right to the money, they rather you walk em up to it

Just mindin' my business, don't ask me bout shit I have nothing to do with

Everything got to get better

I really been focused on making improvements

Street nigga that been down from the gate

We was goin' out of town with a play

9-5 South down to the A

Make it back and show them how you got paid

Take a half and turn it to a whole

Package 'bout to land, we got the load

Blowing white behind me gotta go

They can't afford to buy a nigga soul

[Chorus]

No explainin' why a nigga told

Knockin' down dimes in a row

Fuck them niggas, never call me bro

9 times out of 10 they broke

No explainin' why a nigga told

Knockin' down dimes in a row

Fuck them niggas, never call me bro

9 times out of 10 they broke

[Outro]