

They said I got ones,
all I got is nines I spring round blocks,
all of that is mine Listen my G,
there ain't no time We gotta dip,
we gotta fly
I wanna chat but all of them man are silly
They ain't got no clue,
they ain't been round the city They all,
they call men out,
call me a nitty I got too much stress and my hands
are getting sweaty I gotta leave,
uh, I gotta go leave already
Already hopped in my car,
ain't driving steady I just saw opp,
put him to beddy Put him to sleep like holding a teddy
Grew up eating free dinners
Been round bad guys,
bad dudes been round sinners