Royce da 5'9" - Nickle-9ne-Alooya lyrics

Never write about me like that
Never make me six to one
It’ll just make me angry
Never ever make me no underdog
And never talk about who’s gonna stop me!
Ain’t nobody gonna stop me!
Ain’t a heavyweight in the world
Fast enough to stop me

Yeah, I survived a lot of savage shit
I’ve been vibing like it’s Attica
Bulletproof glass is on my ride
Ride around here like the Vatican
I’m an addict, I personify arrogance
I believe you can speak
Some shit into existence
Deleted my 9 to 5 narrative
Now I got a bitch so fine
Half the time I fuck her
Rest the time I just stare at her
Letting the non-believers know I don’t


Need to go diamond Ryan, it’s forever bruh
I’m a level up from buying
Stilettos to impress em got em blindfolded
Tying em up in leather like I’m
Edward Scissorhands in some boxing gloves
Hitting it just as if the chick
Was with the S&M S&M
I ain’t never stressin em y'all
Are the nervous wrecks
With ya ho fucking me
Both hands stroking the pole
Looking like she tryna roll up a sleeve
I call it the turtleneck
Next, I blow out her back while she sitting
Vertical on top of dick in a convertible
Call the shit murder the vertebrae then drop
Her off at the crib with vertigo
I done seen it all
Been through it all so you know
I know what is what
The smallest part of beef is gon always
Be all the things you utter bruh
My sense is keen and I
Got that ivory weighing
On the triple beam while I dish a queen
The bitch got the Arsenio Hall
From "In Living Color" butt
I got your baby mama hyperactive
Piping her while she
Asking the lord in Michael
Blackson accent "Lord
What in the mother fuck?"
My mind is so much more enlightening
Who be tryna throw shade? I’m over
Here just destroying y'all sun
And this is what you call in y’all bag
Then I’m in a Goyard trunk
Baby I’m getting cash money
Getting the last laugh, the last word too
I’ma need my headstone to say
"y'all finished or y'all done?"
Bar Exam 4 y'all
The there is no competition edition
No features, nobody scratching on it
This the I just been itchin’ edition
Ballin’ like I’m in the A Town
With Terio in the bleachers
Y'all are karaoking with Dirty Harry
Tearing your stereo into pieces
Y'all need to take a soul searching class
The Slaughterhouse album I’d like to drop it
The New Edition biopic came out and now
Joe wanna be Bobby so fucking bad
I’m just joking with my good friend
I’m just so in my happy place
I just know from my head to
My toe I’m the greatest
Y'all can keep ya ho and ya accolades
Dr dre taught me to not oversaturate
Before he offered me a deal
Right before I got another offer for a dollar
Amount you know that I had to take
And now that all of that
Shit is clearly behind us
Y'all really expect me to regret being 19
And going and getting a million dollars?
Nigga fuck you, that’s a million dollars
Still a million dollars
Nigga that’s 20 million nickels
That equals 20 bitches and an island
Now you’re talking unlimited dimes
And a hundred million pennies
Now do I wanna pitch it down? Hell
Yeah nigga that’s a million dollars
Now can you get the fuck over
It? Please, consider respecting me
I’m willing to fucking pistol bust over it
As a kid I used to just be looking pitiful
A lot of my courses were difficult
So of course the teacher would
Tell me I ain’t bout
To be too much more than just a custodian
And that gave me a complex I’m still stricken
With I call the shit the Napoleon
When I walk in the kitchen now I want the
Ho to kiss the toe and lick the linoleum
All my old bitches before
You slit your wrists
If you can’t stomach it get some Imodium
Gassin’ bitches and spittin’ petroleum
The only actual difference between
Me and the Holy
Spirit is the Trinity and the podium
Nickel Hallelujah nickel-9ne-Alooya
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Hallelujah nigga Hallelujah
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