Pictures in a Frame

[Intro: Brandy]

While I'm away

All I have is this picture in a frame

While I'm away (Oi mate, turn it up a bit-bit-bit-bit...)

All I have is this picture in a frame

[Single verse: Nines]

My album charted mandem thought I was on

But I'm back on my grind like recording is long

'Cause they don't wanna let me through the door like Jehovah witness

So I'm back selling raw on the road to riches

I just made six figures off of streams

Still dealing with the fiends 'cause I got bigger dreams

Feeling like John Gotti I'm the last mob

No Ammi so I'm out in manny copping Stardawg

Send my nigga rebel out I don't take trips

I looked in the mirror getting followed by like 8 Whips

I did a U-Turn saw all the cars u-ie too

Now I'm scared thinking to myself "What shall I do?"

So hot them other trapstars don't wanna roll with me

Back on the strip with the crabs but its no biggie

Skrapz told me make sure that you don't re-up

All I do is trap I don't know how to put my feet up

So I went to check my bedrin

When I left I saw a fed put down his coffee and start his engine

Now I'm thinking fuck I can't even trap

They won't let me do shows a nigga can't even rap

Plus I got these fools tryna diss me on a track

But we'll see what happens all these haters wishing I get clapped

I should fly out but  I just wanna get this dough

I keep hurting girls I care about I wish they let me go

So let me tell how life without trappings going

Sitting on the block watching all them other trappers going

Thinking I can make a quick 100K

Even though I probably waste it on a watch and another chain

Would be rich if it weren't for  them times I lost bread

I was playing Fifa, Pebs called me said the crops dead

Now what shall I do I'm used to moving keys in the city

Going crazy I need to be busy

So I went Glasgow to see Flanders

Thinking I can take this over they ain't even got no cameras

You wouldn't think that I got signed

The same time I was on the charts tryna build a dot line

Then I got nicked on the mains with a fiend

Wish I was like them other rappers raping the scene

Niggas think I'm rich but it ain't what it seems

Yeah I got dough but I got 8 figure dreams

My chicks acting up that's the last of my problems

Cuh I nearly got remanded in Scotland

Me and F.G caught a plane every morning

To go court I should be on stage somewhere touring

I'm going back to jail is what I thought at my trial

Buss case we had Aces in the court like Nadal

I swear down I need a new lane

The plug ain't my friend I'm still at the bottom of the food chain

Still can't get support from the radio

But that don't phase me yo

As long as I'm making dough

So I started thinking of a master plan

Jump back in the rentals gave my car to Shan

And these days I spend the most on bud

That don't make sense 'cause I know the plug

I went Cali for Gelato straight facts

You would think I was tryna fuck up my spine tryna get that strain back

Came home gassed giving chains to my favourite nitty

Might change this shit from Ice to Flavours city

So holla if you need an ounce bro

Bout to leave my worker's number on the outro

[Outro]

0, 7, 9, 6, 4, 3, 8, 7, 2, double 8

Leave the message after the tone

Oi mate, turn it up a bit and all that

Holler back!