[Intro]
(Nine Three Six, Nine Three Six, Nine Three Six
Nine Three Six, Nine Three Six, Nine Three Six
Nine Three Six, Nine Three Six, Nine Three Six
Nine Three Six)
[Verse 1]
When I die put me in a mausole—
Wearing Demna Gvasalia
'Til the death need my per diem, I should reup
All these headshots, and hollow tips, ain't hard to reach 'em
Send this money to the shell account in Argentina
Part of me should try to feel the way I felt when I was no one
Instead of making plays, gotta stay watch my nephew grow up
Hard to know what's real anymore when I'm looking at thе ceiling of the bunk
Hard to show up when my feelings validatеd by your love
Like it ain't hard enough to wake up every morning as it is
And that's how it's been, I feel it's twice as bad for y'all
(Too many diamonds make the watch heavy)
It's a wrist breaker, I'm a bitch taker
Get paper, switch fits, you mistake 'em, this rate, I been ballin'
You been fake, you been fraudin'
I'm over that, 'cause you back on that bullshit
And I'm back on my shit, bull
It's wishful thinking that you'd have a dog in this fight
You should wish more 'cause I'm Vick, bull
And I stand that ground, dog
The one that you went and ran back on
You the type we should go and pull masks on
And ask what the fuck did you ever came back for?
As soon as you thought you were getting as good as my last song
Had to go and prove that wrong
Get smacked and laughed at where I'm from
They'd tell you that's a bad jawn
And I ain't worried 'bout a dollar, or whether I get my next spin
T-t-this is not a fight club, we jumping you if you step in
So tell a bitch ass motherfucker it's destined
I been all around the world and back
So what the fuck do y'all know when you ain't stepped out your backyard?
I know none of y'all are thurl as that
So stop talking down on me, actin' tough when you tryna act hard
They told me put my old shit back up, I gave them tracks up
A made a million off this, y'all lucky I never act up
I keep my boys fed, and my family's racks up
Oh, no, oh, no, and on the—
And on the low, when I exchange, I'm iffy about the hand
Balenciaga pants, with or without 'em, I'm still the man
It's different, do what I want, you bitchin', do what you can
I keep it the way it's been, you switch up and ditch the fam
(Nine Three Six, Nine Three Six, Nine Three Six
Nine Three Six, Nine Three Six, Nine Three Six
Nine Three Six, Nine Three Six, Nine Three Six
Nine Three Six)
[Verse 1]
When I die put me in a mausole—
Wearing Demna Gvasalia
'Til the death need my per diem, I should reup
All these headshots, and hollow tips, ain't hard to reach 'em
Send this money to the shell account in Argentina
Part of me should try to feel the way I felt when I was no one
Instead of making plays, gotta stay watch my nephew grow up
Hard to know what's real anymore when I'm looking at thе ceiling of the bunk
Hard to show up when my feelings validatеd by your love
Like it ain't hard enough to wake up every morning as it is
And that's how it's been, I feel it's twice as bad for y'all
(Too many diamonds make the watch heavy)
It's a wrist breaker, I'm a bitch taker
Get paper, switch fits, you mistake 'em, this rate, I been ballin'
You been fake, you been fraudin'
I'm over that, 'cause you back on that bullshit
And I'm back on my shit, bull
It's wishful thinking that you'd have a dog in this fight
You should wish more 'cause I'm Vick, bull
And I stand that ground, dog
The one that you went and ran back on
You the type we should go and pull masks on
And ask what the fuck did you ever came back for?
As soon as you thought you were getting as good as my last song
Had to go and prove that wrong
Get smacked and laughed at where I'm from
They'd tell you that's a bad jawn
And I ain't worried 'bout a dollar, or whether I get my next spin
T-t-this is not a fight club, we jumping you if you step in
So tell a bitch ass motherfucker it's destined
I been all around the world and back
So what the fuck do y'all know when you ain't stepped out your backyard?
I know none of y'all are thurl as that
So stop talking down on me, actin' tough when you tryna act hard
They told me put my old shit back up, I gave them tracks up
A made a million off this, y'all lucky I never act up
I keep my boys fed, and my family's racks up
Oh, no, oh, no, and on the—
And on the low, when I exchange, I'm iffy about the hand
Balenciaga pants, with or without 'em, I'm still the man
It's different, do what I want, you bitchin', do what you can
I keep it the way it's been, you switch up and ditch the fam
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