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