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Tony Soprano 2 (Explicit) - Nines
Composed by：Courtney Freckleton
Aye all fun and jokes aside n***a
I need them Nines double-entendres n***a
Them Nines metaphors n***a
I need you to flex and **** on everybody off this verse n***a
I need that feelin' when you was handin' out them grills n***a
I need that feelin' when you was handin' out them sneakers n***a
When you had everybody locked in and talkin' n***a
That's the feelin' that I need
ASAP
Uh
I just put I just put a tonne on the back of a truck
Me and Midgy should've won the Cannabis Cup
I ain't put no plaques on my wall yet
By at least five I'll send those packs to your doorstep
In this in this music scene I'm legendary
Raps always been secondary like February
Told my guy "Don't come near me with no tester"
Don't be talkin' packs 'round Siri and Alexa
Free the gang I can't forget my celly
I was gettin' letters in the can like alphabets spaghetti uh
All these n***as bite my style
I did "A-Wings Got Talent" in jail I was like Simon Cowell
I was in cali 'round the neck like bow tie
K-K-Kush God ***** I'm the most high
I see these rappers actin' Holly'
When they were out there crowd surfing
We were catchin' bodies
Who were they
I ain't a tough guy I always make everybody laugh
I could spit all my bars wearin' a polygraph
Rap star still makin' pounds fly
Opps tryna' turn me to stray like Ivory from How High
Used to shot ounces
Had a sold out tour
But I still got more fans in my crop houses
I spray up where you're cotchin'
Spent all my money on packs
I was literally weighing up my options
They say their guns spit they ain't never done ****
Just landed the runtz 'bout to roll up a trumpet uh
She want a man with P but that ***** poor
That's why I'm in her crib hiding keys like a jigsaw
Still got food on the curb
I pull up with this half moon I don't mean do not disturb
Came alone could've brought an army
If I air it out
Forensics will have to pick up more men than Lori Harvey
Came a long way from trappin' in the rain
My chicks a side ***** 'cause I'm married to the game uh
Me and Budz in Dubai on a jetski
Sold so much coke like I'm rivals with Pepsi
I used to break these packs down into fractions
These n***as do way too much capping in their captions
I'm tryna leave the game but I need a lane
These n***as pree the chain they don't see the pain
They sent me jail for importing w**d from Spain
I came home in six weeks released a strain
Still remember reloading on a Q
We got them jungle boys it ain't Mowgli and Baloo
The CM wishing they could bring me back
Cah they still need gangsters like me to point their fingers at uh
Last year I was missing rap
I was on the wing kicking back with my n***a Skrapz
Even though my block's full of pricks I ain't
Nah
And I don't trust ******* even if my chick's a saint
Paid for my last campaign label ain't reimbursed me
Smashed her and never picked up cah she was thirsty
They just started I was shipping packs time ago
Trading flavours with all the growers outside my show uh
This ain't happened cause of luck
**** your little chain I spend that **** at Hakkasan on duck
To make it to a kilo that was the game plan
When I had no 'nect like I was playing Rayman
Used to have a thirty-eight when I was trapping in the snow
Still got it to this day I even brang it to my show uh
I can move a hundred keys in less than a week
Driving through the other side like this is Sesame Street
P***ies
Still the same old me even though I'm rich
And it's still gang gang I'll never switch

Yuurd
Nines what's good n***as