Dave East, Buda, Grandz, DJ Drama - 9 Out of 10 lyrics

I got you Buda grandz uh

I gotta take control 'cause
Lately my patience low
Go get that money and bring
It right back, shit
I'm 'bout to break this hoe
The Bentley is new, it came after the seven
That shit like a 8 year old
All of the time that I spent in
The kitchen learned to embraced the stove
They own the book, but I cannot read it
You gotta go learn it yourself
Study them chapters, become a master
Be morе concerned with your health
I had to pay whеn the chills came
Lately it's for 'em, no real names
Avoidin' the trouble, on FaceTime
With the devil, i hang up and feel strange
Know it's rules to being gangsta
Them God body niggas seen a lot
I was tryna duck the prison yard
A a little stupid shit I needed block
Spinnin' dough like a pizza shop
They eyes can see we Egyptian kings
Aggravated I get disrespectful
We tryna win shit we need a ring
10 toes in my section
Called the promoters and test him
This shit is internal
My aura so heavy I gotta
Thank God for the blessings
I gotta thank Buda and Grandz
I gotta thank Mama and Shooter
I think about Mugga and Freaky
I think about Hardy and Ruger
Watch what you're telling your homies cause
You could be talking to choosers
Point niggas right to the money
They rather you walk em up to it
Just mindin' my business
Don't ask me bout shit I
Have nothing to do with
Everything got to get better
I really been focused on making improvements
Street nigga that been down from the gate
We was goin' out of town with a play
9-5 South down to the A
Make it back and show them how you got paid
Take a half and turn it to a whole
Package 'bout to land, we got the load
Blowing white behind me gotta go
They can't afford to buy a nigga soul

No explainin' why a nigga told
Knockin' down dimes in a row
Fuck them niggas, never call me bro
9 times out of 10 they broke
No explainin' why a nigga told
Knockin' down dimes in a row
Fuck them niggas, never call me bro
9 times out of 10 they broke