Nine Smoke DZA (Ft. A$AP Rocky)

[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
In life, God made two types of niggas
He made stand up guys and stick up kids
Yeah, yeah, that’s right
He made trill niggas and he made fuck niggas
Oh yeah, at the end of the day it’s really up to you to decide what type of nigga you want to be
Want to be a man or a mouse
Yeah

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
Stay alive, get money, really them my goals
Real nigga, streets took ten I know
Good niggas, heart turned semi-cold
Kill or be killed nigga, friend or foe
Police clapping niggas everywhere I go
Stay alert at all times, even when I toast
Smoking on a bomb or something like Lennox rolled
Kush God burn a whole seven then I rose
Might go shopping when I’m in my rogue
Don’t be alarmed, I’m just in my mode and all that
I’m stoned, I’m off wax
I’m blowed, it’s all facts
They holding nutsacks, I told ‘em fall back
Like all the way the fuck back
This that fully in the glove rap
Hoody while a thug rap
Your opinion, you can tuck that
Cause I do it for the stoners and they love that
Mobster tales
Anger, steaks, and lobster tails
Lead me, fuck a freebie, you a preemie, you are not for real
I’m cozy, sipping Rosé, I ain’t even got the time
‘Fore you try me, change your mind
Cause I’m rollin’ with that nine