Break Away

[Verse 1: Nines]

Sorry mom for all them times I got suspended in school

Gettin' footballer money, my teacher said I was a fool

Haters commenting on my 'Gram, that shit don't faze me

4 pipes on the Porsche, yo my whip so crazy

Told Pebz "make sure you stay strapped"

I just left the label Christmas party to go and break down a pack

1a the hood, land all them shottas out of town

Went 'Dam for the plug, now we the opposite of down

Tryna leave a nigga's head by the pavement

Drivin' round in this dinger, gettin' impatient

Thinkin' that I shoulda spent more time with my nephew

It's fucked, seen them fake niggas shine seen the best lose

Pissed cuh my little nigga lost a few guns

Me and Pebz out in bail rollin' with some new ones

I get money every time my phone rings

Wasn't always fly, we had to grow wings

I'm still in the field where it's fucking real

I ain't got time to chill

I need a hundred mil

And way before the deal I paid my mother's bills

Tryna cop a house in the hills

That's how uncle Phil

Free my nigga Hydro, he just rang

When I sweep my floor

I'm finding bitches' earrings in my dust pan

Told my Misses that she can't fucking be my wife

Cuh I'm way too ambitious, you do nothin' with your life

Came a long way from 7 grams on the scale

Feels like yesterday I was banged up in jail

Now it's planes all the time, I be traveling the world

Fuck 'Dam, I'm goin' Spain they got ammi there for sale

But now I'm in the office, used to doin' business in the rain

Now it's house parties every week, Sydney and Sharane

Should I fall back off the trap

Put my whole into rap

Niggas keep callin' for packs

And I can't walk away from stacks

Heard he put down his gun and his mask

Tryna live off his rep, who gives a fuck what you done in the past

Got a deal, still tryna make it off the loud

Don't be standin' with them paigons, cuh I spray in the crowd

It's Nines...

[Skit 1: Nines]

These young bucks are fucked B

Like they look up to the drug dealers and shit

All the gang bangers, or footballers

All the footballers can't make it bruh

And they end up flyin' birds

All the Trapstars can't make you think every little nigga gonna be Nina wid da Nina

[Verse 2: Nines]

Ay yo fuck the haters

Talkin' 'bout we're troublemakers

Everybody on me for a hundred favors

Me and Bund bunin' flavours

Ask the neighbours

I was out there, mornin' from the night

Used to say one day I'll be a baller, I was right

All these groupie bitches around the country wanna holla

Yea I fucked the fans, but don't judge me like your honour

Famous in the shooter

I just came from the jeweler

Immigration wanna dip my chain back to Cuba

Did alright last year, probably shoulda saved more

Lookin' through The Sun I see my ting on page 4

I'm gettin' bait, I gotta hide my face

Still got crackheads whistling outside the base

I just stay in my lane, I ain't worried 'bout them broke haters

Probably get about 20 Phillips watch with no papers

Send my yungens shop for a box of latex

He's been gettin' money since So Solid was rockin' Avirexes

It's Nines...

[Skit 2: Nines]

Some of the flyest Trapstars I ever seen in my life

Or most of them, are ridin' bird right now bludLucky I was flyin' birds

But I was sayin' "Oh lemme try this music ting as well"

Man was payin like...

Obviously I was payin' for all this shit myself

I could honestly say, I don't know how much I faulked into music

Mad Ps probably, I don't know

Little niggas gotta fuckin' invest their P blud

Or try invest into something other than trapping

I mean everyone can't be a rapper blud

Niggas can do many other things

But just invest in suttin' else B

There you have it, your boy a revolutionist ya know

[Outro]

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