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letra de fire in the booth (part 2) - nines

[verse 1: nines]
if i don’t rap about birds then the fans won’t love me anymore
say your rich if all you got is money, then you’re poor
i treat the beat like a therapist
kids waking up to bombs in the middle east
so tell me who’s the real terrorist
why ain’t he content with one chick
all this gun crime got these brother dying over dumbsh-t
just a lost soul with big dreams
kamaree got murdered last month
he was only 15
busy chasing money so i don’t get sleep
hungry but i don’t wanna eat that processed meat
i love music but i gotta make p
at a fork in the road, should be like pablo or jay z
my school friend said he never thought i’d make it
but i ain’t coming home if the wrong door gets raided
and if i don’t make it at least i died trying
throw my rollie in the air, the way time’s flyin’
chicks will always be there if your dough long
all this vanity distracting me from what’s really going on
they don’t have a clue what’s happening on the street
screaming “f donald trump” like it matters who’s on the seat
‘member when lauren hill used to sing to me
had me feeling like black was the thing to be
now look at what they promote in the industry
just take a look at the industry
it’s nines

[verse 2: nines]
still trapping with a deal
i can blow or catch a case, try imagine how i feel
i went to fashion week with the crew
but where i’m from, a catwalk means a fiend walking through
most these n-gg-s that you see me with, they’ve seen me been around for time
them n-gg-s flow had more circles than an audi sign
fly guys, we don’t do casual
i’m in the crop house, round trees like fruit pastilles
trust me, our food’s the best
got mumsy a new address
comfy, and you are stressed
hungry like budapest
i went around the neck like a chain
i know the real birdman, put some respek on my name
when i get a bringing
used to reload on a q
turn an o into 2
the block knows like the flu
they could tell you how, i was restricted to doing bets
cuh i went broke addicted to roulette
told jazz i can’t spend like the blue papers in the rizzler
went down to my last ten
switch hoes on the regs, i’m no liar
i get more head than blow dryers
in the summertime i had the frontline lookin’ freezin’
ask my pen that lookin like my diamonds are bleedin’
amne’ go 6, take couple for 5.8
that fed try st-tch me in, that hustle won’t fly straight
don’t hear this on the radio, they play me on the street
tough online but one day we’re gonna meet
took about 6 months to save up for a jeep
when the tp came through, i made that in a week
i just aim and bust, had his whole block running
even made his angel dust, i’m ahead of them fools
and next time i make that old n-gg- famous he’ll be dead on the news
it’s nines

- nines

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