Trappin Ain’t Cool Nines (Ft. Maestro La Forge (UK))

[Intro: Nines]
I grind from monday to sunday

[Chorus: Nines & Maestro La Forge]
Same shit everyday my moneys going up and down
I'm tryna turn my luck around
Trappin ain't cool no more
Trappin ain't cool no more
And now I'm getting old
And I'm still on the road
And I ain't rich yet, all these Z'eds that ive sold
Trappin ain't cool no more
Trappin ain't cool no more

[Verse 1: Nines]
Niggas dying over dumb war
Every other month feds flying off my moms door
My lines tapped so I hate the phone
Hug my mom cause theres a chance that i might not make it home
Them foes wanna clap me
Hoes tryna trap me
Can't buy a mansion with my dough cause its tax free
I still can't believe my nigga stylies gone
And what hurts me the most, is that life goes on
Uh I dont wanna see my friends die
All my niggas doing 30 hold your head high
Them OG's used to have benzes and porshes
Blew all their money in the the booky shop on horses
I lost 90gs I help but screw my face
This shits hot, I gotta move my base
Jamming with the mandem saturday night
Done the same thing last week this can't be life