[Verse 1: Nines]
How can these niggas war me?
2010 I gave my whole block walkie talkies
Told them let me know if there's pagans on the block
If anybody uses it to play with gets a box, uh
I'm on my extra grind when my vid drops
Make sure your shit ain't next to mine
Cowards sending threats online
Picture me rolling in a whip that ain't stolen
All my niggas are frozen scooping most the fish in the ocean
I was 13 sliding down my banister to sneak out
Me and Mig the only guys with food in the weed drought
My niggas in pen doing numbers on the wing
Getting rich off the white and the colour of my skin
I broke my sponge bob's arm and the leg
My jeweller said to fix it's gonna cost an arm and a leg
These days I'll be running through the groupies so it's less fun
Give them one for the team then onto the next one
[Chorus: Nines]
I know you're hating
And I ain't even mad at you (Mad at you)
If I was you I would hate me too
Yeah my niggas ain't a average group (Ain't a average group)
[Verse 2: Mig]
Mig copped suited and booted like I'm part of the plod
Living life to the fullest, 'cause we stay on the job
In the whip with a chick going to drop a bag off
Before I drop her off she gives a man the meanest blow job
Uh, they call me a don
Make food, disappear without no magic wand
First you see the bricks, make the calls, then they're gone
Profit few racks, stacked in rubber bands, nothing long
Me and Nina killed the market getting rich off the chronics
You niggas are bums, might as well turn alcoholics
How the hell you flipped food for years and ain't seen no profit
Grinding not shine you niggas might as well just stop it
You ain't never seen mad P's and food on your bedroom floor
Believe me donny my eyes have seen it all
Drought season, mad amount of food stashed in the settes
Holla if you need, don't consign straight beddies
How can these niggas war me?
2010 I gave my whole block walkie talkies
Told them let me know if there's pagans on the block
If anybody uses it to play with gets a box, uh
I'm on my extra grind when my vid drops
Make sure your shit ain't next to mine
Cowards sending threats online
Picture me rolling in a whip that ain't stolen
All my niggas are frozen scooping most the fish in the ocean
I was 13 sliding down my banister to sneak out
Me and Mig the only guys with food in the weed drought
My niggas in pen doing numbers on the wing
Getting rich off the white and the colour of my skin
I broke my sponge bob's arm and the leg
My jeweller said to fix it's gonna cost an arm and a leg
These days I'll be running through the groupies so it's less fun
Give them one for the team then onto the next one
[Chorus: Nines]
I know you're hating
And I ain't even mad at you (Mad at you)
If I was you I would hate me too
Yeah my niggas ain't a average group (Ain't a average group)
[Verse 2: Mig]
Mig copped suited and booted like I'm part of the plod
Living life to the fullest, 'cause we stay on the job
In the whip with a chick going to drop a bag off
Before I drop her off she gives a man the meanest blow job
Uh, they call me a don
Make food, disappear without no magic wand
First you see the bricks, make the calls, then they're gone
Profit few racks, stacked in rubber bands, nothing long
Me and Nina killed the market getting rich off the chronics
You niggas are bums, might as well turn alcoholics
How the hell you flipped food for years and ain't seen no profit
Grinding not shine you niggas might as well just stop it
You ain't never seen mad P's and food on your bedroom floor
Believe me donny my eyes have seen it all
Drought season, mad amount of food stashed in the settes
Holla if you need, don't consign straight beddies
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!