Break Away

Sorry mom for them times

I got suspended in school

Getting footballer money

My teacher said I's a fool

Haters commenting on my 'Gram

That shit don't faze me

Four pipes on the Porsche

Yo my whip so crazy

Told Pez

Make sure you stay strapped

I just left the label Christmas party

To go and break down a pack

One A the hood

Land all them shottas out of town

Went down for the plug

Now we the opposite of down

Tryna leave a ****'s head

By the pavement

Driving 'round in this dinger

Getting impatient

Thinking that I shoulda spent

More time with my nephews

It's fucked

Seen them fake **** shine

Seen the best lose

Pissed 'cause my little ****

Lost a few guns

Me and Pebz out on bail

Rolling with some new ones

I get money

Every time my phone rings

Wasn't always fly

We had to grow wings

I'm still in the field

Where it's fucking real

I ain't got time to chill

I need a hundred mil

And way before the deal

I paid my mother's bills

Tryna cop a house in the hills

Just like uncle Phil's

Free my **** Hydro

He just rang

When I sweep my floor

I'm finding bitches earrings

In my dust pan

Told my Misses that she can't

Fucking be my wife

'Cause I'm way to ambitious

You do nothing with your life

Came a long way

From seven grams on the scale

Feels like yesterday

I was banged up in jail

Now it's planes all the time

I be traveling the world

Fuck dam, I'm going to Spain

They got ammo there for sale

But now I'm in the office

Used to doing business in the rain

Now it's house parties every week

Sydney and Sharane

Should I fall back off the trap

Put my all into this rap

**** keep calling for packs

And I can't walk away from stacks

Heard he put down his gun

And his mask

Tryna live off his rep

Who gives a fuck

What you done in the past

Got a deal

Still tryna make it off the loud

Don't be standing with them

Paigons 'cause I spray in the crowd

It's Nines

These young bucks are fucked B

Like they look up to the drug dealers and shit

All the gang bangers or footballers

All the footballers can't make it bruh

And they end up flying birds

All the trap stars can't make it

You think every little **** gonna be

Nina with the nina?

Ay yo fuck the haters

Talking 'bout we're troublemakers

Everybody on me

For a hundred favors

Me and Bund burning flavors

Ask the neighbors

I was out there morning

From the night

Used to say one day

I'll be a baller, I was right

All these groupie bitches around

The country wanna holler

Yeah I fucked the fans

But don't judge me

Like your honor

Famous in the shooter

I just came from the jeweler

Immigration wanna dip my chain

Back to Cuba

Did alright last year

Probably shoulda saved more

Looking through The Sun

I see my thing on page four

I'm getting bait

I gotta hide my face

Still got crackheads whistling

Outside the base

I just stay in my lane

I ain't worried 'bout them

Broke haters

Probably got about

Twenty phillips watch

With no papers

Send my youngings

Shop for a box of latex

He's been getting money since

So Solid was rocking Avirexes

It's Nines

Some of the flyest trap stars

I ever seen in my life

Or most of them

Are riding bird right now blood

Lucky I was flying birds

But I was saying

Oh lemme try this music thing as well

Man was paying like

Obviously I was paying for all this shit myself

I could honestly say

I don't know how much I fucked into music

But mad Ps probably

I don't know

Little **** gotta fucking invest their P blood

Or invest into something other than trapping

I mean everyone can't be a rapper blood

**** can do many other things

But just invest in something else B

There you have it

Your boy a revolutionist you know