I'm in that new plate, this ain't an old Porsche Ex-drug dealer, now I spend my days on the golf course The feds hope I breach When I come off license I'm on a table with the traffickers on Ocean Beach Can't race my new whip, you ain't catchin' me All the stones in my watch collection a factory They're still wearin' forty-one mills I was twenty-one, I bought everyone grills Grindin' overseas, you could catch me on a Zoom I could trap from space if there was reception on the moon, uh Last night we had a great time These niggas could never fuck my chick 'cause she ain't mine If I get nicked, I ain't gettin' no bail I got old as the first time I met was in jail, uh I turned eighteen like the strip's mine I ain't hangin' in the sky when I bill a zip line It's Nines
Don't be mad, now it's my turn Every dog has their day, now it's my turn I studied all the greats, now it's my turn If you follow in my footsteps, you might learn The industry's flooded with actors like I'm up in the BAFTAs Niggas hustlin' backwards they ain't plugs, they adapters, uh (Plugs, they adapters) In the churches, I'm the bad pope I had bricks of them white birds they weren't Dove soap (No) Where I'm from, niggas kill for clout Still can't believe that I made it out (Made it out) Now, bitch, I'm a star Used to roll with a portable stove man were whippin' a car (Whippin' a car) My nigga got the old Xbox In his cell, by the time he's home I could grow dreadlocks, uh Niggas broke my heart, I'll never trust again Robbed all the plugs, wonder why no one fucks with them I don't need to spray clips, I make hits One phone call, you'll disappear like The Matrix, uh A nina was my first toy Got a bitch in every city like Nurse Joy It's Nines
Don't be mad, now it's my turn Every dog has their day, now it's my turn I studied all the greats, now it's my turn If you follow in my footsteps, you might learn
Compositores: Courtney Leon Freckleton, Paul Karl Andre Ali Oseh ECAD: Obra #41844248