Fire In The Booth (Part 2) Nines

[Intro]
(You know what time it is when you hear this right)
Shoutouts to the gang
(Turn up)
Let's go, uh

[Verse 1]
If I don't rap about birds then the fans won't love me anymore
Say you're rich but if all you got is money, then you're poor
I treat the beat like a therapist
Kids waking up to bombs in the Middle East
So tell me who's the real terrorist
Why ain't he content with just one chick
All this gun crime's got these young brothers dying over dumb shit
Just a lost soul with big dreams
Quamari got murdered last month, he was only 15
Busy chasing money so I don't get sleep
Hungry but I don't wanna eat that processed meat
I love music but I gotta make P
At a fork in the road, should be like Pablo or Jay Z
My school friend said he never thought I'd make it
But I ain't coming home if the wrong door gets raided
Uh, and if I don't make it at least I died trying
Throw my Rollie in the air, the way time's flying
Chicks will always be there if your dough is long
All this vanity distracting me from what's really going on
They don't have a clue what's happening on the street
Screaming "F Donald Trump", like it matters who's in the seat
Remember when Lauryn Hill used to sing to me
Had me feeling like black was the thing to be
Now look at what they promote in the industry
Just take a look at the industry
It's Nines