[Chorus: Nines]
How can I give this all up?
This is all I wanted to be
This music money isn't enough
I just can't get caught with these keys
With these keys
I just can't get caught with these keys
With these keys, with these keys
[Verse 1: Nines]
Ask my nigga Nunu how we went through all them rubber bands
'Member when I copped the ice, Hublot with the rubber band
Made 30K this week, I'm nothing like them other man
I'm on a different level now but I don't think they understand
Last year, it woulda stressed my pockets if I copped a Range
Funny how in a couple months, how a lot could change
Old niggas on the track, braggin' 'bout a watch and chain
Next album, I'll probably rap about yachts and planes
Pull up on the block, all them yungens circle 'round the Porsche
Came a long way from the Gilera with the loud exhaust
Shit was slow, mandem was movin' like some scavengers
Never goin' broke again, I'm cool with all the traffickers
Jazzy said "Chill and let them young bucks spray them tools"
Think they're hatin' now, watch when I upgrade my jewels
My little niggas, little niggas spend a monkey on some shoes
Trappin' from a distance, can't see them junkies from these views
Grew up 'round some of the best niggas to do it
Now we're fuckin' with them Albo’s, they like the Mexicans of Europe
They don't play me on the radio but I don't give a fuck
I've buried P, went broke, then I had to dig it up
How can I give this all up?
This is all I wanted to be
This music money isn't enough
I just can't get caught with these keys
With these keys
I just can't get caught with these keys
With these keys, with these keys
[Verse 1: Nines]
Ask my nigga Nunu how we went through all them rubber bands
'Member when I copped the ice, Hublot with the rubber band
Made 30K this week, I'm nothing like them other man
I'm on a different level now but I don't think they understand
Last year, it woulda stressed my pockets if I copped a Range
Funny how in a couple months, how a lot could change
Old niggas on the track, braggin' 'bout a watch and chain
Next album, I'll probably rap about yachts and planes
Pull up on the block, all them yungens circle 'round the Porsche
Came a long way from the Gilera with the loud exhaust
Shit was slow, mandem was movin' like some scavengers
Never goin' broke again, I'm cool with all the traffickers
Jazzy said "Chill and let them young bucks spray them tools"
Think they're hatin' now, watch when I upgrade my jewels
My little niggas, little niggas spend a monkey on some shoes
Trappin' from a distance, can't see them junkies from these views
Grew up 'round some of the best niggas to do it
Now we're fuckin' with them Albo’s, they like the Mexicans of Europe
They don't play me on the radio but I don't give a fuck
I've buried P, went broke, then I had to dig it up
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