CR Nines

[Verse 1: Nines]
Skinny nigga with a fat belly
I'm selling cheese straight off the BlackBerry
In the night I be chilling with a fly bitch
I was born broke but guarantee I die rich
Uh, It's that nigga with the crazy flow
Wish my niggas in the pen could hear me on the radio
These pagans want to hear that Nines got merked
No time to write bars, the line's clockwork
Armani'd off like it's my clothing line
Me and my nigga my streets, we put in overtime
Always bunning cheese, I don't know the sober me
Off camera I was giving out O's for free
They wanna see me quit, one day I be legit
Disappear out the hood on some genie shit
Rappers want me to slow down but I just begun
5 bricks a day, I had a disgusting run

[Bridge: Maestro La Forge, Nines & Choir]
CR (CR) (Yo shoutout to all the manden)
CR(CR) (Say nuttin) S! (Free all my bros still)
(CR) S (Church Road Soldiers)
Free my niggas

[Verse 2: Nines]
I'm about to make history
It's the G with more chains than Mr. T
Come through looking brighter than a Christmas tree
You came for trouble, I came for girls
But I still won't hesitate to make it rain with shells
You see the neck? I've got to keep a Tec
Have a shot, make a nigga dive, Petr Cech
You know how much nights I bleached in the bush?
Feeling frass cos I mixed the cheese with the kush
I'm blowing up like dynamite
The flow be china white
I'm rhyming tight, I'm shining bright, [?] blinding sight
I got all kinds of Nikes, my Air Forces' diamond white
I just grind at night, that's why I hardly get time to write
I was only 13 when I sold a draw
Now I got more green than Bulbasaur
I'm about to cop a mansion far abroad
Hate to see shit that I can't afford