Conway The Machine, Nine - Belafonte lyrics

There's a hole in the bucket
Fix it or fuck it
That weed? My nigga, tuck it
I see twelve right behind us they look bored
Turn the music down put on a smile
I'm trying to be ignored
Plus, Omar got two strikes and thirty
I'm trying to get him home to his wife
We had a good night
They would like to fuck it up
Have us on the side of the road
Fucked up running their big mouths
I'm feeling like a mouse
They put cheese everywhere
And try to trap us when we take it
And I really hate it
I made a promise and it's sacred
I ain't never going to let
Them have me out here
Dead, broke, and butt naked
I said if I don't make it, I'ma take it
And I meant it with a vengeance
Your grandfather talking shit?
I'ma punch him in his dangers
Heard you rep six flags
This ain't fucking great adventures
I will lay your ass down and
Tell Jesus that I sent ya
You're climbing out the pussy after me
You're a placenta who shot ya?
Gave you the whole cartridge
Breaking your bones
Tearing through cartilages just peel carnage
I went to the school of hard knocks
And got kicked out 'Cause I was too hard
Pause don't make me put the paws on you
Like I'm Lil Scrappy
You can't straighten this out with me
I'm just too nappy i heard your mix tape
Shit sounds crappy
All these perpetrating niggas
Be running around out here
Like a demon till they meet Satan
I treat my hammer like a pitchfork
Three points to get across
Breakfast, lunch, and dinner
Bullets tearing through your liver
Give a fuck if you survive or not
And they're telling me that I'm wrong
The daylight comes and me want to go home
Belafonte

Look there's a hole in the bucket
Ain't want to clap him, I still
Put a hole in him, fuck it
(heheh) i break niggas noses for nothing