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Intro

 

Intro

(album: One Foot In - 2015)


[Speshill:]
Nina with Speshill, ain't nuttin realer
Two 45s on the block, we some killers
Remy in my cup, smokin on killer
Bitches on the block so fly, lookin killer

[Nines:]
Eatin right like a king
Workin like a slave
Inside the rave buyin spades when I'm tryna save
Guess I'm doin well for a guy my age
And if I ever do a show that's two 9s on stage
Feelin like the city's mine
Every time I spit a line
F being rich alone
I wanna see my niggas shine
They callin me a legend
I ain't even in my prime
Still runnin through these hoes like a finish line
Smooth like lotions how I'm soundin on these tracks
I love makin music but I'm countin on these packs
All these boxed packets on the table
You wanna know why I'm still trappin?
Because I ain't stable
We was pushin nice cars when we was young Gs
When I see them niggas pushin cars they need jump leads
Told Dundi roll up a next joint
I just put down another 50k that's a [?]

[Speshill:]
Nina with Speshill, ain't nuttin realer
Two 45s on the block, we some killers
Remy in my cup, smokin on killer
Bitches on the block so fly, lookin killer

Nina with Speshill, ain't nuttin realer
Two 45s on the block, we some killers
Remy in my cup, smokin on killer
Bitches on the block so fly, lookin killer

[Nines:]
If it ain't about money then don't holla me
I remind all these niggas of what they wanna be
I hear them rappin about my life but it's cool
Ask about me
I was sellin 9 bars in school
Niggas stressin for respect
Grinds restin on my neck
Buy the hand, niggas talkin bout finessin on their connect
Told my guy that I got bricks of cro'
He says he only buys Zs
I got an O too like the Indigo
Less P when I was a yute in the booky
Then I built an empire like Lucious and Cookie
Movin keys of grey
So it ain't hard to tell
We get paid, probably be in jail
If my solicitor was legal aid
Spend a nigga stack on my Rollie
When I walk in Armani on Bond Street
The manager know me
And even though it's hard
I still walk around with sticks
And when I say free Keyz I ain't talkin bout the bricks

[Speshill:]
Nina with Speshill, ain't nuttin realer
Two 45s on the block, we some killers
Remy in my cup, smokin on killer
Bitches on the block so fly, lookin killer

Nina with Speshill, ain't nuttin realer
Two 45s on the block, we some killers
Remy in my cup, smokin on killer
Bitches on the block so fly, lookin killer

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