Stacey Adams

Twenty-one, I stumbled 'fore they came to get you You locked yourself away Steady on, the guilty trials they'll send to test you I swear I cried that day But I'll wait Me and T getting long dough Drove all the way to Amsterdam, just to have a three minute convo Why do nice guys always finish last, went on holiday we were the only ratchet niggas in business class First it was AJ, now Moncler every day Armani I'm sorry I keep blowing up Still ride out team, hand on my heart See them shook niggas freeze up, I ran because I'm smart Fans chatting like they know about the drama But after we shoot niggas up I can't post it up after How's he sitting on that grub with all them nitties on the road Fiends outside my trap look like Call of Duty Zombie mode Uh, might aswell get a job, old geeza 'Cause he's been dealing with a Q since Moesha How's his re-up looking like a fucking Malteser Can't find a nigga in the city with them O's cheaper It's Nines Bruh I come out my yard B I see some random niggas painting them fucking lamp posts B There's like 20 other lamp posts they ain't painted You really think those guys come to paint the lamp post, you think? Those are fuckin' feds my G They be fucking dodgy postmen All sorts of funny BT vans driving around B The hood pepper, it's mad Me and super flying down to west Bitches say I'm looking fly I ain't even dressed Them paigons can't walk the streets without a vest Looking over their shoulder like a nigga's tryna cheat on a test Uh, acting like he's shotting all that coke Looking invisible in the club like he's got on Harry Potter's cloak Uh, I been thinking about buying me a parcel And if it's TT, then nigga why I need a sample The rap game need me, I don't need rap Food so peng I told the B cat, "I don't need no feedback" My niggas really gang bang AK leave a nigga's whip in the air like Chitty Chitty Bang Bang If I rob my plug that would change my life But I'm loyal to the soil mumsy raised me right Do I look like I care if the industry don't fuck with me I'm just washing up this money like it's cutlery It's Nines --- Stacey Adams - Nines