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nines - realist lyrics
[intro]
(quincy tellem)
yeah
[chorus: nafe smallz]
been gettin’ money, no jokes and games (nah)
no time for a shorty, know she always complain (always complain)
no matter how late i be startin’ my day
these racks still gotta get made (gotta get made)
from the council flats, back on the estate (uh)
where the kids might stick you with a shank broad day (broad day)
depressed, when did i stop flippin’ that yay?
hit the show, that’s another 10k
still the realest
[verse 1: nines]
hundred k on the watch
i know it ain’t smart but it glow in the dark (see the bustdown)
n_ggas know i got heart
i circle your block like there’s nowhere to park (come on)
then i slap it on a don (blap, blap)
i ain’t just rapping on a song (nah)
soon as the packs come in, they’re gone (flying them)
i’m like el chapo where i’m from (ice city)
can’t take badman for fool
cah we clappin’ off them tools (yeah, yeah)
i wore hand_me_downs to school (uh)
now the mansion got a pool
if it weren’t a mad ting, i was not signing
cah i made mills on the block grinding
told my little n_ggas “better stop sliding”
strap on my waist like i was rock climbing
[chorus: nafe smallz]
been gettin’ money, no jokes and games (nah)
no time for a shorty, know she always complain (always complain)
no matter how late i be startin’ my day
these racks still gotta get made (gotta get made)
from the council flats, back on the estate (uh)
where the kids might stick you with a shank broad day (broad day)
depressed, when did i stop flippin’ that yay?
hit the show, that’s another 10k
still the realest
[verse 2: fundz]
corinthian spot, all private (private)
just me and her, all quiet (real quiet)
dorchester suite, i enquired
restaurant and the room booked, i’m buying
then i flew ten grand, link the pilot
told him “take me where the stars dem flying” (real quick)
cah i been in jail years, i’m dying (dead)
everybody’s gettin’ money, everybody’s styling
been platinum or gold, i’m smiling
bare gyal, i’m grinding
smiling, it’s blinding (uh)
all about timing, i’m with the best rhyming (i know)
got the grease lightening, always on a hype ting
got a new .9 ting, really wanna fire it
automatic driving, make her wanna ride stick
[chorus: nafe smallz]
been gettin’ money, no jokes and games (nah)
no time for a shorty, know she always complain (always complain)
no matter how late i be startin’ my day
these racks still gotta get made (gotta get made)
from the council flats, back on the estate (uh)
where the kids might stick you with a shank broad day (broad day)
depressed, when did i stop flippin’ that yay?
hit the show, that’s another 10k
still the realest
[outro: nines]
my n_gga carlos on the b_ttons, you know?
say nothin’ my guy
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