Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nines
Vocals
Dave
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Orobosa Omoregie
Lyrics
Janis Strazdins
Composer
Courtney Freckleton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Turner
Mastering Engineer
Adam Lunn
Mixing Engineer
John Savage Beats
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
He's always on the main, sellin' drugs in the rain
Spend the mortgage on chains
These **** use their abs more than than their brains, let's go
How can I wife away my cousin here?
Broke bitches walkin' round, Louis bags, nothing in it
All that bullshit that you see on the news
And what they teach in the schools has got the peoples confused
All these fake **** actin' like they love me
She looked pretty, but her personality's ugly
I can't stop trappin' till I got about eight figures
I ain't antisocial, just can't be around these fake ****
I just can't understand it, how you mock a foreign ****'s accent
Only speak one language
I could'a cooked a thousand red buns
But I'm on my grind, trackie and some Nikes
Is what I'm walkin' these blocks in
Nowadays they judge you by your status
Your cars and your trainers
Your clothes, but I was born naked, it's Nines
[Verse 2]
I don't know how I should feel
Are you friend or you foe, or you fake or you real?
It's, it's like it's all a reverse
Girls are actin' like men, and man are actin' like girls
[Verse 3]
Aite, I ain't tweetin' these hos, I've got a dream of my own
That's why I'm sleepin' alone
I want a girl that I could reason with
But it's like I'm lookin' for my rock inside sea full of stones
[Verse 4]
Copped my first Q, knew one day I'll take over
Who am I?
I got my surname from a slave owner, uh
Flyin' birds, bustin' guns, that's the life we chose
**** sleep on good girls, wife these hos
I've never been around these rappers and they had my burner
Can't style on me, bitch, your man's a worker
I just made a hundred K and I ain't paid tax
All the kids whip now, so I just sell yay packs
My **** got deployed, said he need some P
I told him Cash got thirty, fam at least you're free
On the strip with akhis, but they don't know 'bout deen
It must be common, the way that bitch sold me a dream
My **** callin' my worker to get through to me
But I can't speak,'cause that **** rang me out last week
I got nicked for some bud, then they threw me in the can
Wonder why I still grind, 'cause I do it for the fam, it's Nines
Written by: Courtney Freckleton, David Orobosa Omoregie, Janis Strazdins