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I took my niggas 'round the world and back Still tryna find addresses to mail some packs More time, I'm chillin' on the street with some niggas (Zino Records) Wearin' Kufis and Christians on their feet, uh (Karlos got that beat) Trap star and I let my ting go In the interview room, I don't know nothin' like a bimbo Don't compare me to all these trappers barely makin' cash I had Kylie Jenner, these niggas were sellin' trailer trash When you met me, I had my nine on me (Nine on me) And she can feel it when she winds on me I still remember trappin' in the rain All these grown men dependent like they hangin' on my chain, uh I'm in the hood burnin' a Cali zoot Gangster or random yout'? I crash him like Bandicoot All them niggas had a run, now it's my hood's turn Trapstar, fam', I re-ed up more than a bookworm In the bando, eatin' Chinese wings Strap came with two bodies like Siamese twins Why you partyin'? Fam', you're an intern Told 'em that the weed won't sell itself, in my hood, I'm like Big Worm They act like these Instagram reels are real Two twin Glocks lookin' like Phill and Lil I ain't always get long dough Had to do the nightshift with the white walkers like John Snow SongtexteUh, I'm a boss, fuck the competition All the beef I squashed, I should be a politician They don't know about the curbs I pump I get rid of weight quicker than Sherman Klump, uh Trap stars love it when I fuck up a track 'Cause this ain't that soft shit, this that hustler rap Told my worker to tell 'em we ain't runnin', now I'm back Niggas always lyin' 'bout how much dust is in the pack, uh My chick looks like she's up on the runway And they all look the same, like, what happened to Monday? I was so broke, it was mental Had to consign crack, then whip it back like a rental Them times I weren't sellin' no green Had the plug droppin' coke like a vendin' machine As long as it's fresh, I don't care if it's new season I get a cheque every line like I'm proofreadin' I hope my guys don't get caught I come like Man City cah I give these youngins pep-talk I just made three milli' So much weed, I need the same scales they use to weigh Free Willy, uh My chains watered down like diluted drinks If I was ever window shoppin', I was buyin' new tints Me and Scalez screamin', "Free my nigga Shells" All my bullets come with red tips like acrylic nails Trap star, shit, I said that already But I been gettin' money since Ed, Edd n Eddy I'm hardly in the hood, I'd rather oversea it All my businesses, mumzy could oversee it They ain't fuckin' with the trainers that I drip They come like Balrog cah they ain't got no kicks, uh I had half the party on pills Sittin' on bricks like a car with no wheels I used to sell drawers from door to door Like hand-me-downs, you ain't been in war before Remember when I had a little Star Wars Until my opps' albums went triple cardboard Try imagine how me and my nigga Jack felt When it comes to landin' these kis, we was black belt (My nigga) When I fly out, I don't use a suitcase Gang shit, still clean my jewels with toothpaste We been poppin' like half the winter You ain't heard? You must live under a rock like Master Splinter Uh, now they're sayin' that I rap the hardest Crop Circle draw on me like a tattoo artist It's Nines Aus Songtexte Mania