Intro (One Foot In) Nines (Ft. SPESHILL)

[Intro: Speshill]
Nina with Speshill, ain't nuttin realer
Two 45s on the block, we some killers
Remy in my cup, smokin on killer
Bitches on the block so fly, lookin killer

[Verse 1: Nines]
Eatin' like a king, workin; like a slave
Inside the rave buyin' spades when I'm tryna save
Guess I'm doin well for a guy my age
And if I ever do a show, that's two 9s on stage
Feelin like the city's mine, every time I spit a line
F being rich alone, I wanna see my niggas shine
They callin' me a legend, I ain't even in my prime
Still runnin' through these hoes like a finish line
Smooth like lotions how I'm soundin' on these tracks
I love making music but I'm countin' on these packs, uh
All these boxed packets on the table
You wanna know why I'm still trappin? Because I ain't stable
We was pushin nice cars when we was young Gs
When I see them niggas pushin' cars, they need jump leads
Told Dundi roll up a next joint
I just put down another 50k, that's a checkpoint

[Hook: Speshill]
Nina with Speshill, ain't nuttin' realer
Two 45s on the block, we some killers
Remy in my cup, smokin' on killer
Bitches on the block so fly, lookin' killer
Nina with Speshill, ain't nuttin realer
Two 45s on the block, we some killers
Remy in my cup, smokin on killer
Bitches on the block so fly, lookin killer