[Verse: Nines]
It’s lookin like I might blow, but the streets need me
Lick certain man down and I can sleep easy
‘Member back in pen, was like livin in hell
Skyping niggas in jail (how you do that?)
I held a mirror out a cell
Still out ‘ere, wholesellin’
But my pen’s gonna take me out this trap like 007
It’s funny how times goes quick
My guy was on the wing for so long
When he came out he was homesick
All these niggas do is showboat and they don’t own shit
Thought I made it the first time I copped a whole brick
He says he’s movin Os of the white
So hows his creps look lean like codeine and Sprite?
Them pies come over water
So if labour wins the next election
I just pray they don’t tighten up the borders
Shit was slow, they try style on a nigga
Now they claim they don’t remember
They’re in denial like the river
Oh well, if my CD only were in the charts
Cuh when I re-up they ain’t seen this much white since the EDL march
Just got a whole shot
Got the stash in the whip
Press a button see a bird pop out like an old clock
She never wanna know me when I had a dead line
If she don’t fuck me tonight there won’t be a next time
Me and Keyz made a killin off the trap phones
These old niggas actin young
Little niggas act grown
I started this rap ting on my Jack Jones
So fuck the industry
They can’t kick me out the game like Smash Bros
My guy said where’s the ting, there’s paigons in the zone
Told him link me at the bando don’t say that on the phone
I told my connect I ain’t an amateur
Drop me keys big man I always pay my debt like a Lannister
Why am I still in the hood?
I’m trapped in this baby
Movin packs on the daily til my stacks lookin crazy
It’s Nines…

[Verse 1: Nines]
Sorry mom for all them times I got suspended in school
Gettin’ footballer money, my teacher said I was a fool
Haters commenting on my ‘Gram, that shit don’t faze me
4 pipes on the Porsche, yo my whip so crazy
Told Pebz "make sure you stay strapped"
I just left the label Christmas party to go and break down a pack
1a the hood, land all them shottas out of town
Went ‘Dam for the plug, now we the opposite of down
Tryna leave a nigga’s head by the pavement
Drivin’ round in this dinger, gettin’ impatient
Thinkin’ that I shoulda spent more time with my nephew
It’s fucked, seen them fake niggas shine seen the best lose
Pissed cuh my little nigga lost a few guns
Me and Pebz out in bail rollin’ 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
That’s how uncle Phil
Free my nigga 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
Cuh I’m way too ambitious, you do nothin’ with your life
Came a long way from 7 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 goin’ Spain they got amne’ there for sale
But now I’m in the office, used to doin’ business in the rain
Now it’s house parties every week, Sydney and Sharane
Should I fall back off the trap
Put my whole into rap
Niggas keep callin’ 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 standin’ with them paigons, cuh I spray in the crowd
It’s Nines…

[Skit: 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 flyin’ birds
All the Trapstars can’t make you think every little nigga gonna be Nina wid da Nina

[Verse 2: Nines]
Ay yo fuck the haters
Talkin’ ’bout we’re troublemakers
Everybody on me for a hundred favors
Me and Bund bunin’ flavours
Ask the neighbours
I was out there, mornin’ from the night
Used to say one day I’ll be a baller, I was right
All these groupie bitches around the country wanna holla
Yea I fucked the fans, but don’t judge me like your honour
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
Lookin’ through The Sun I see my ting on page 4
I’m gettin’ 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 get about 20 Phillips watch with no papers
Send my yungens shop for a box of latex
He’s been gettin’ money since So Solid was rockin’ Avirexes
It’s Nines…

[Skit:Nines]
Some of the flyest Trapstars I ever seen in my life
Or most of them, are ridin’ bird right now blud
Lucky I was flyin’ birds
But I was sayin’ "Oh lemme try this music ting as well"
Man was payin like…
Obviously I was payin’ for all this shit myself
I could honestly say, I don’t know how much I faulked into music
Mad Ps probably, I don’t know
Little niggas gotta fuckin’ invest their P blud
Or try invest into something other than trapping
I mean everyone can’t be a rapper blud
Niggas can do many other things
But just invest in suttin’ else B
There you have it, your boy a revolutionist ya know

[Verse 1: Nines]
I wonder if my parents never met
Middle man, made a killing yo I wonder will I ever meet the ‘nect
Wonder how these niggas sellout for a check
Wonder if she knows I woulda made her wifey if she had a better rep
Wonder why they don’t wanna see me shine
Wonder will I ever leave the streets
But I [?] so I can have a piece of mind
I wonder why I love buyin’ ice
Wonder how my nigga Cash and Hydro felt when the judge gave them life
Let’s go, I wonder how they cope
I wonder if my chick would still love me if I was broke
I wonder how all these guns get into my area
Wonder why they care about celebs instead of Syria
Wonder will get a L plate or get merked
Wonder why they care about someone else’s net worth
I wonder out of all tracks what’s my best verse
And I wonder if them paigons know they about to get burst
It’s Nines…

[Skit: Akala]
What kinda person would you have been if you grew up in Hampstead instead of Harlesden?
Once you grew up in High Wycombe instead of Harlesden?
Who knows, look at the stuff you’ve been through
And what you’re surrounded by
Your environment don’t define you
But how do you transcend it?
But at the same time, you’re growing
Mandem are listening to you, and youtdem are listening to you
What are you gonna do with that platform now?
That’s what you wanna ask yourself

[Verse 2: Nines]
Wonder will the lord forgive me for my sins
Wonder if them lifers hear me on the radio
Or miss me on the wing
I know they wonder what kinda numbers my bud line do
Wonder if them broke niggas know, I was just like you
Wonder will Arsenal ever win the league
Wonder why they notice my bad and not my good deeds
Wonder why I’m so cool with all this weed in the base
Wonder how’d it be if I grew up in a different place
Free my nigga Wonder I wish he was free
I can hear them sirens comin’, wonder if it’s for me
I had my hand on a scale when you was touchin’ the remote
They don’t put in work but got nerve to wonder why they broke
All these new niggas actin like they graffed it with me
Family member holla only when they askin’ for P
I know they wonder how I kill these tracks
It’s the middle of the drought, I know they wonder how we still got packs
It’s Nines…

[Skit: Akala & ?]
Would you be the same if you had the opportunity to access the other groups we would just naturally have born in time? No, what are we gonna do about that?
What can we build?
Can we change anything, or is it just set the way it’s set?
I don’t know, I wonder the same stuff all the time
There’s a certain essence that you have
There’s a certain spirit inside of you that has to come out
That is a part of who you are as well

There’s Nines and then there’s Courtney
They act like the mandem on the street corner are the criminals
But the real criminals are in suits and ties
Sending arms to crazy countries around the world
War is profitable, murder is profitable
You understand?
And then they look at us like "Yo you people are the…"
Our badness ain’t nuttin’ compared to their badness
Their badness is real badness and our badness is joke badness
And when you’re on the road ting you gotta ask yourself
"Boy, year in year out the food gets in and out of the country you ain’t got no place"
You know what I mean, and your connect’s connect’s connect’s connect’s connect
Who’s that man, you understand?
Illegal drugs is worth 16 billion a year to the UK economy
That ain’t used in Harlesden, or Tottenham, or Peckham, or East Glasgow
It’s someone else, somewhere else making most of that P
But there’s bigger questions…
Yo Nines