Nines - Tony Soprano 2 lyrics

Aye, all fun and jokes aside, nigga
I need them Nines double-entendres, nigga
Them Nines metaphors, nigga
I need you to flex and shit
On everybody off this verse, nigga
I need that feelin' when you
Was handin' out them grills, nigga
I need that feelin' when you
Was handin' out them sneakers, nigga
When you had everybody locked in and talkin'
Nigga that's the feelin' that I need aSAP

Uh i just put
I just put a tonne on the back of a truck
(Uh)
Me and Midgy should’ve won the Cannabis Cup
I ain’t put no plaques on my wall yet
By at least five
I’ll send those packs to your doorstep
In this, in this music scene I’m legendary
Raps always been secondary like February


Told my guy
"Don’t come near me with no tester" (Uh)
Don’t be talkin’ packs ‘round Siri and Alexa
Free the gang, I can't forget my celly
I was gettin' letters in the
Can, like alphabets spaghetti, uh
All these niggas bite my style
I did "A Wings Got Talent" in jail
I was like Simon Cowell
I was in cali 'round the neck like bow tie
K-K-Kush God, bitch, I'm the most high
I see these rappers actin' Holly' (Uh)
When they were out there crowd surfing
We were catchin' bodies (Who were they?)
I ain't a tough guy
I always make everybody laugh
I could spit all my bars wearin' a polygraph
Rap star, still makin' pounds fly
Opps tryna' turn me stray like
Ivory from How High used to shot ounces
Had a sold out tour
But, I still got more fans in my crop houses
I spray up where you're cotchin'
Spent all my money on packs
I was literally weighing up my options
They say their guns spit
They ain't never done shit
Just landed the runtz 'bout to
Roll up a trumpet, uh
She want a man with P, but that bitch poor
That's why I'm in her crib
Hiding keys like a jigsaw
Still got food on the curb
I pull up with this half moon
I don't mean do not disturb
Came alone, could've brought an army
If I air it out
Forensics will have to pick up
More men than Lori Harvey
Came a long way from trappin' in the rain
My chicks a side bitch 'cause
I'm married to the game, uh
Me and Budz in Dubai on a jetski
Sold so much coke like I'm rivals with Pepsi
I used to break these
Packs down into fractions
These niggas do way too much
Capping in their captions
I'm tryna leave the game but I need a lane
(Uh) these niggas pree the chain
They don't see the pain
They sent me jail for
Importing weed from Spain
I came home, in six weeks released a strain
Still remember reloading on a Q
We got them jungle boys
It ain't Mowgli and Baloo
The CM wishing they could bring me back
Cah they still need gangsters like me
To point their fingers at, uh
Last year I was missing rap
I was on the wing kicking
Back with my nigga Skrapz
Even though my block's full of pricks
I ain't (Nah) and I don't trust bitches even
If my chick's a saint
Paid for my last campaign
Label ain't reimbursed me
Smashed her and never picked up
Cah she was thirsty they just started
I was shipping packs time ago
Trading flavours with all the
Growers outside my show, uh
This ain't happened cause of luck
Fuck your little chain
I spend that shit at Hakkasan on duck
To make it to a kilo, that was the game plan
When I had no 'nect like I was playing Rayman
Used to have a thirty-eight when I
Was trapping in the snow
Still got it to this day, I
Even brang it to my show, uh
I can move a hundred keys in less than a week
Driving through the other side like
This is Sesame Street (Pussies)
Still the same old me even though I'm rich
And it's still gang gang, I'll never switch

Yuurd! Nines, what's good, niggas?